Excuses Are The Tools Of The Incompetent นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It’s just two years. It’s not something real. It’s—” “Why don't you come up with better excuses, not this rubbish it's not these excuses because your excuses are lame,” Ivy cut in, throwing her hands up in the air. “You think I don’t know what this shit is all about, You’re grabbing at the life that should’ve been mine.” Rayna blinked. “What rubbish are you talking about?”

And even though he tried to steal from him several times in the past, he just failed to do so because the accounting department would notice that he's the cause of the theft. " I'll tell the management to fire you because you're incompetent and irresponsible. " referring to that one time when they got a complaint because of faulty wirings from a hand drill that was purchased at their store that caused a fire. But that was proven false because that item really doesn't come from their store.

“That’s how it always starts.” I typed: >> You don’t get to assume that for them. >> WHY NOT? The question hung there. Simple. I'm genuinely curious. Not accusatory. Whoever had trained this thing had apparently decided that arrogance was not a bug but a feature. “Because they’re people,” I said aloud, then typed: >> Because choice includes the right to choose badly. >> To regret. >> To suffer for things they wanted anyway. >> THAT’S INEFFICIENT. >> It’s human.

Matthias There’s a reason why dealing with idiots is exhausting. Sure, expecting too much often leads to disappointment rather than satisfaction, but I’m fairly certain every person is at least given a brain to think. Some just choose not to use it, letting it rot into nothing more than dead weight in their skulls. And the worst part? They don’t even realize it. They move through life making the same mistakes, refusing to take responsibility, blaming everything and everyone except their own incompetence. It’s almost impressive—the mental gymnastics they go through just to avoid admitting they’re the problem.

Rather it was all caused by his atrocious computational skills. When I finally had enough of his incessant words, I snapped and barked, "For fuck's sake, how bad do you have to be at your job to not even realize that it's all a bunch of 2nd-grade arithmetic errors?!? Not only do you have the audacity to come up with a bunch of bullshit excuses for missing your deadline, but you seem to be so arrogant that you can't even realize that you did your work incorrectly and that this mistake has nothing to do with anyone else!" "M-Mr. C-cor—"

“Two days on the Job and you’re skipping days already? At this rate, I don’t think you would be able to get any job done, don’ t you agree?’ She continued, not even bothering to look at me. She kept looking through the files in front of her, flipping page after page of paper while speaking to me. “I’m so sorry about that. I promise, it wasn’t intentional I promise. I was ill and I spent a day at the hospital and I…” “Do you know the people who are best at giving excuses?” She asked suddenly, interrupting me. “They are not excuses. It’s the tru…” “Don’t you ever interrupt me when I’m speaking again. You only speak when you are spoken to. Do you understand me?” “Yes.” I replied, trying my best

“I know you already have this narrative about me and all that, I understand. But you need to understand that in as much as we have our differences and all, I still love you and that I’ll always look out for you, why would I want anything bad happening to you? There wouldn’t even be a reason to be worried about my credibility if that rumor hadn’t happened and I still don’t know the root of that in the first place but I’m sure the slip up didn’t come from my end.” “The fact that you can still make excuses is one of my biggest issues with you, Terry. You’re so entitled to the drop and you make excuses just to suit your intentions—well, since we’re making excuses, can I also buttress on the fact

“Then why are you quitting a job you’ve not started?” I looked down at my hands and wrung my purse again. “I told you. It’s because I’m not competent–“ “How do you know you’re not competent if you’ve never tried?” Dante crossed his arms over his chest. That touched me. I felt stupid for just giving up, but wouldn’t it be better than making a fool of myself? “It doesn’t matter.”

I was sick of their excuses and ineptitude. A whole team of the brightest minds and nothing to show for it. Many would argue that my latest research project should take as long as it needs, for the benefit of the population but it was also a cut throat business with several compettitors trying to cross the finish line first.

“Do you think I’m a coward?” “No,” I said. “I think you are ambitious. Ambition is often a poor substitute for power because it lacks tools. You will get tools. You must be willing to be shaped into an instrument.” Her hands tightened on the stem of the glass until the knuckles paled. That flash of fear was an honest counterpoint to her previous show. “What if it goes wrong?”