Tuesday, September 26, 2006


It seemed I had things at work under control yesterday. I was feeling content and satisfied that maybe I'm potentially competent in this job after all.

When I walked in the door at home, I was greeted by distressed little boy who expressed his worry that I might someday "not come home from work because of a terrorist attack."

Competence is situational.


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