Excuses Are The Tools Of The Incompetent Novels & Stories

Therefore, when they heard that she was pulling out, they took a blow to their morale. "Hmph!" Austin snorted disapprovingly. "You can't find the crux because you're incompetent. It's not because of how good she is. If the experiment fails, keep trying! It's not that hard to adjust the steps accordingly. It's obvious you guys are just slackers." "Mr. Fike, if that's the case, show us what adjustments we can make. After all, we're incompetent. We're running out of options," another person called out with a hint of anger, putting his hands up in surrender.

he shouted, but Lisa just laughed. "Oh, I dare," she said. "And by the way, 'incompetent' is not an insult when directed at you, Mr. Miller. It's a fact”. Lisa said and laughed. Lisa didn't stop there. She continued to ridicule Leon, her voice dripping and laced with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm so impressed. The great Leon Miller, brought down by his own ego and incompetence. You know, I've seen high schoolers with more professionalism than you."

“We tried—” “Do not finish that sentence,” I cut him off sharply. “You tried? That is your excuse? Do you even hear yourself? You think trying is enough for me? You think trying will bring me results? You all are dumb. Absolutely dumb. Useless. If you could not succeed in keeping one person where she should be, then what use are you to me? What use are you to anyone?”

Someone started to say, "What do you mean by that? Of course, they'd be shifty-eyed! Who wouldn't feel greedy looking at so many valuable things? They aren't saints. They didn't do anything excessive, right? It means they don't have the guts to do anything! They didn’t cross the line!" "That's right! We're not saints here. They just took a few additional looks, what kind of trouble would that cause? We won't let you use an excuse like that against us! Don't try to stop us from going in with that kind of excuse! You're just going against your promises!"

"You didn't have an emergency. You didn't have a death in the family. You just... forgot? That’s your defense?" "I was exhausted," I blurted out, the honesty slipping through the cracks of my composure. "I worked a twelve-hour shift, I came home, and I fell asleep at my kitchen table. When I woke up, the test was over. I’m not trying to blackmail you. I’m just begging for a chance." Professor Lee shrugged, a slow, graceful movement. "A flimsy excuse. In the real world, if you miss a deadline, you lose the contract. Why should my class be any different?"

The words stuck there, excuses, apologies, truths I didn’t even understand myself. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

"What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong. But my mom's right—we need to not let things build up." She sat down. "You've been working late every night this week. Coming to bed after I'm asleep. I miss you." "I'm sorry. The scholarship program launched and there's been—" "Alex. I know there are always good reasons. But that's how it starts. Work becomes the excuse until it becomes the problem." He closed his laptop. "You're right. I'm doing it again."

It made me angry and looking for more ways to find solutions because excuses have always been the death of every case. "Terrence, are you on my side or are you on my father's? This is my mom we are talking about. You have cracked even weirder cases in your past. What is stopping you from doing this for me?" I challenged him. He could do this with the snap of his fingers and nothing was going to happen. That was how much I believed in him so giving me excuses made things not add up. "Obviously, I know what this is about and why you are agitated about it but, I could whip up some evidence that would convict him but I don't want to raise your hopes high. Do you understand my drift?" He explaine

“Don’t make me laugh. I saw him in that boardroom that day. He would have burned the company to the ground for you if it had been necessary. That wasn’t ‘professional.’ Not even close. It was something deeper. What are you two doing? Sleeping with the boss?” My heart started to pound against my ribs. This was insane. “You tried to get me fired when you had no proof, didn’t even let me explain myself, and now you want to talk about professional?” He shrugged as if it were no big deal. “People like you always have an excuse. You’re never at fault for anything that happens in your life. You lie, cheat, and use what’s between your legs to try to get ahead. I’ve seen it a hundred times.”

He was regurgitating the same tired excuses about his earlier mistakes, half-heartedly claiming he'd tried to ask others for help but had only gotten snarled at in return. My hands shook slightly as I fidgeted with the crumpled cigarette pack in my pocket, the familiar craving for nicotine eclipsed by the mounting frustration boiling inside me. "I've had enough of this," I muttered to myself, though the real issue wasn't merely my dependence on cigarettes; it was the glaring incompetence standing right before me.