Excuses Are The Tools Of The Incompetent นิยาย & เรื่องราว

'On what grounds, Mr. Sinclair?', I asked tentatively, all attitude gone. 'I said I could, not would Ms. Anderson. Though I can say, we are cutting our most incompetent employees' Indirectly implying that I'm incompetent. I bristled at this suggestion. 'You couldn't do that. I never gave any reason to. I'm competent. I always stay late. I complete the work given to me.' 'Exactly that Ms. Anderson, the work given to you, which is not much'

“Grandma, that’s not—” “Still trying to make an excuse,” Grandpa snaps, hurling a paperweight at me. Thankfully, I dodge it, having already seen it coming. “You’ve really disappointed me this time, Damon. Is this what we taught you? To shirk your responsibilities? What were you even thinking?” “I—It wasn’t like that. I had my reasons—” “Reasons?” Grandpa cuts me off sharply, stepping closer, his eyes blazing. “Your reasons don’t matter when your family is suffering! Do you think excuses can fix a sick child or ease your wife’s fear?”

He let out a low sound - part laugh, part scoff - deep and unimpressed. "Keep digging that hole, why don't you." I went quiet, mentally flipping through a deck of increasingly terrible explanations. "I swear it was an accident," I tried again, pouring every drop of sincerity I had into my voice. Please, don't let me get fired on my first day. Sebastian shut me down with a sharp wave of his hand. "That's enough. First your finger slips, next your tongue stumbles? I expect more from my assistant." His look was like I was a kid making up excuses.

They want numbers, not whining. When it comes to Cassandra, I don’t see proof. All I see is failure wrapped in excuses. If she was as competent as she claims, she would have gotten the role she says Lauren stole from her. She would be the one sitting in some corner office now, barking orders, closing deals. But she isn’t.

“You know that’s not the truth. You made a mistake, and now you have to live with the consequences.” “The one thing I hate the most is people making excuses—or those who try to live outside their own capacity,” he continued, poking the boy’s shoulder with a menacing look. “If you couldn’t afford it in the first place, then you shouldn’t have broken the vase,” Kieran said. “If you know you wouldn’t fit into the part, you shouldn’t have come to the party,” he added, his voice dripping with contempt. “And if you do not have what it takes to be an Elite, then you shouldn’t have enrolled,” he spat.

But understanding did not erase the reality of what had happened. I thought carefully about the difference between understanding and excusing. To understand was to know why something happened, to see the influences and fears that drove a person. But to excuse was to say that those reasons made it okay, that the hurt caused did not matter, or that the person did not need to take responsibility.

Under the scrunitising gaze of his mom, Chris felt like a little boy who was scolded for his mistakes. It seemed the same as when we got caught for stealing cookies when he was little. When his mind compared both the scenes, he was startled by his own thoughts . “Mom….” Chris stretched his words unable to say something. When you needed the brain to think the most important excuse, where the hell did it go. He struggled internally to come up with a perfect excuse, since the reason last time he gave his mom utterly failed.. it was a disaster.

Serving as a go-between for the two of them daily left Nathan feeling helpless, but it was part of his job. "Sir, may I take a few days off?" Nathan, who had always been a workaholic, found the tense atmosphere unbearable. He felt the need to escape the battlefield. "For what reason?" Sebastian asked. "Someone in my family is ill," Nathan blurted out, unable to think of a better excuse. "Someone in your family is sick too?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Uh, yes, but it's nothing serious, sir. I can arrange for someone to take care of them," Nathan quickly added, mentally kicking himself. Of all the excuses, why did he have to pick illness? For the first time, Nathan realized his intellect wa

The majestic air she exuded did not fit in at all with the ragged mess that was my home. Before I could speak, Sarah coldly asked, "Why did you quit?" I could not tell her that I did not want to see her again, so I came up with a random excuse. "The pay was too low, and the work was too tiring." It was an excuse that implied I was a lazy and unambitious oaf. Sarah seemed to have read my mind, though. "In that case, work for me as my deputy. Jonathan, don't make up any more excuses. You know that I know full well you are as talented as you were five years ago."

Miss Rhino snapped at me with a respectful tone but a rude meaning behind it. "Listen! I'm not a demigod. I'm not going to grant wishes to please anyone. I disapproved with reasons, I didn't disapproved because I wanted to or I could have. I'm not investing. It's not going to happen and that's that," I said, blood coming to a boil slowly but surely. "Partners, do you hear this?" Miss Rhino asked them, as if they could go above me. Ha, this woman is crazy. We disregarded her and continued on with topics that were of much better interest to us.