Excuses Are The Tools Of The Incompetent Novels & Stories

And this led to yet another part of him using a somewhat 'convincing' excuse. “I damaged myself badly, but I didn't realize it at the moment. All my life experiences should have taught me a lot of things, but all I got out of it was a single, definitive truth. That I am, in the end, a being capable of evil. I never set out to intentionally hurt someone, but when the situation called for it, I could become totally self-centered, even cruel. I was the type of person who could impose a never-healing wound on someone I cared for by simply creating a convincing excuse.” He sighed as he made a move to leave, deciding that he would take a shower and grab breakfast for both of them.

I need to come up with an excuse as quickly as possible to exonerate myself from this mess! Fuck!

They were still there to go against me and attack behind my back. "What were you all doing when all of this happened?" I asked, getting infuriated as no matter how wise those enemies become, I want them to be fully prepared and ready to take down anyone who gets in my way, but they only know how to cry at spilt milk in the end. I hate such useless people the most as they are no good at all. "Our people were getting hurt at every factory which made it an emergency and they were not able to keep eyes on everything together." The only thing they are good at is making excuses after failing at work like this as I surely don't find the reason for them to get nervous on such small matters.

His name was John, but incompetent fuck worked just fine. He heaved out an exasperated sigh, his hands flying to his hair. “Those kinds of things happen. If I didn’t have to—” I lifted a hand, frowning so hard that the line between my eyebrows felt like the Grand Canyon. “Are you actually trying to make excuses? And did I hear you right? These kinds of things happen? Because they don’t. Not on my watch.” “If I wasn’t doing the work of five people, it wouldn’t have happened,” he insisted stubbornly. “You can’t expect us to work eighty hours a week and not make mistakes.”

“Seriously, you’re embarrassing yourself. I mean, you’re melting like a snowflake as early as your first mission? Way to go about removing all doubts about your incompetence, hon. Do you even know what shame is? “‘But Sky Loft has its own marketing and sales company!’ So? That’s your trump card defense? Based on your logic, the executives of a tractor manufacturer can only drive their own farm tractors when they go out! Oh, better yet, every Apple employee can only use an iPhone, absolutely no other phones! You get how stupid you sound now, huh? Christ, you could have just admitted to being a talentless hack instead of coming up with such stupid excuses!”

she mumbled. "The incompetent are sorry - failures are sorry - useless people are sorry," I stated, followed by two more loud, cupped-hand blows on her ass. "People apologize when they commit an error. People apologize if they plan to learn from their mistakes. Now, are you someone else's miserable excuse for a human being, or are you MY person who learns from her lapses in judgment?" "I bring shame to my people," she whimpered. Two more smacks fell upon her backside.

My fingers trembled slightly, smudging the edge where the ink hadn’t fully dried. “I studied,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. The teacher’s head snapped up. “Are you implying I graded you incorrectly?” The room went quiet—not kind quiet. The kind that waits. “No,” I said quickly. “I just—” “Then accept the result and move on,” they cut in sharply. “Excuses won’t help you.” A soft chuckle came from the back. “They always have excuses.” “Of course,” someone replied. “What else do you expect?”

I let the sarcasm drip from my tone, knowing it’ll sting. Her lips tremble, and she quickly looks away, blinking hard. A sniffle escapes her, but she swipes at her face furiously, as if trying to erase any trace of weakness. I chuckle darkly. “You know what your problem is? You can’t handle the truth. Deep down, you know you’re worthless. You can’t hold a job in a real company because you’re too incompetent. You can’t even look after a few kids properly without nearly burning my house down. You probably dropped out of college because of your reckless behavior”

My bed felt smaller, the space between us charged and dangerous. “It’s practical,” he said, as if explaining a simple math problem. “You’re a liability to yourself. You get flustered, you can’t form sentences. You need a baseline of competence.” “A baseline of competence?” I repeated, my voice squeaking. “This isn’t driver’s ed, Jax!”

Woodward pleaded trying to get sympathy. But Mr. Wu just smirked sarcastically, he didn’t care about his assistant’s condition. A stupidity, carelessness and indiscipline can be corrected easily, just by practicing, getting used they can overcome to everything. In contrast to dishonesty, for Master Wu there is no mercy for it.