So, you live in an organization for 10 years, and you acquire a certain rep. A reputation as a maverick, a guy who's not too wrapped-up in procedure, kowtow'ing, and career. You've said some things in meetings that were career-limiting, but damn it, they were the RIGHT THINGS. Sure, you broke into someones computer once to get their hard drive so you could deliver the code she REFUSED TO CHECK IN before going on vacation. Sure, you telnet'd in to a running test server to see if your hack worked and could save everyone working the weekend (it didn't, you hosed the test run, and you worked round the clock that weekend). Sure, you've slapped your head at stupidity (both in others and your own), and welcome anyone who'll do the same. However, 10 years, several promotions, two kids, a mortgage, and a car payment tend to make you forget who you are. For one sparkling moment this morning, you remembered. You asked an innocent email question last night to a te...
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ReplyDeleteNah, it's a good thing. Much better than my neighbor who thinks his mission in life is to train his sons like attack dogs. "What are you cryin' about? I don't see no blood!"
ReplyDeleteWith a daughter there's no constant fear that something you do might turn her into a sissy. So you can lavish all the love and affection on her you want and it's OK.
It's too bad my parents never had a girl. My dad's SOOO different around Katie.
...of course you can ALSO turn your daughter into a Star Wars geek, turn her onto all the Hornblower books, teach her to use the power tools, etc. It's all good!
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