Is there anything worse than waiting?
I must admit that I am a terribly impatient person and always have been. Much of that is due to the way I conduct myself, in general.
I am very guilty of having high standards. I have incredibly high standards for myself and inadvertently have exactly that expectation of others. Sometimes that comes to bite me in the behind. People often don’t seem to manage to rise to the heights that I expect. On the other hand, sometimes there are extenuating circumstances, but Somehow, I never seem to get the message and continue to be optimistic about the situation.
One of my favorite career points was when I was in charge of the Language Laboratory at New Trier. When I arrived at New Trier in 1977, they had an outdated, pretty much unused language laboratory system. In 1986 I was asked to take charge of a new language lab installation (so I taught four classes instead of five) and I did it with great expertise and hard work, if I may say so. I went way above and beyond with it and even did monthly charts of attendance. I worked really hard to bring in people who were, at that time, even ‘allergic’ to tape recorders. The hard work paid off and the facility became very successful, being used by everyone and in the end, necessitating two more labs. I was sad when that part of my career ended and had to figure out how to transition on.
I just cannot find myself easily doing something without giving the typical 200%, it is not in my nature.
Waiting, thus, which is often because of the lack of initiative, enthusiasm, or motivation of others, drives me absolutely crazy because in my shoes, if there is a job to be done, it is worth doing well. I only wish I could donate some of this ethic to others because sometimes, I have way too much of it and I drive my family members crazy.