An ex-boss of mine once said a major problem with lousy employees was they didn’t realise they were. He was a young, innovative and very bright CEO then, and he’s a respected industry leader now. So he must have known what he was talking about even then. I therefore think of him often, about what he would have said or done in a given situation. In these very new surroundings of mine now, I am often made to feel like a dunce. The bigger problem however, was that I often wondered if I was acting like a dunce in any given situation. Sometimes I would react in a way which would have been perfectly (I think) acceptable but for these new surroundings. Then I would reflect and ask if I was acting like a complete buffoon, and not knowing it. I guess it is true that the only scene sadder than an idiot is one who doesn’t realise he is one. Or is it? Is ignorance, true and complete ignorance, bliss? Is it better to realise one is an idiot, or is it better not to know? Surely the happier person is the latter? Unless one is wise enough to know it may be alright to be an idiot? Then is one truly free? Hmmm… things must be bad for me to think these things on the first working day of the week…
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