Thursday, September 29, 2005
Don't worry. Ask.
Yay me. I finally gave my supervisor my first chunk of thesis to read through and scribble over with red pen. It's taken me ages but I'm really pleased with myself. I had a great timetable and plan worked out to get heaps of intro written properly before handing it over then promptly got flu. It was good in a way as the enforced time away from the work made me look at it (and the way I did it slightly differently). I realised this week I really wasn't working very efficiently, I get quite hung up on things and spend ages trying to get stuff perfect when good enough coupled with asking for help will do instead. After all my supervisor is there to help me get my thesis done and he can't help if I don't ask.
I've realised recently how hung up I've got on the idea of being seen as the quiet, competent perfectionist person in the corner and what an impossible person it is to be. Asking for help is what supervisors and co-workers are there for and even if it's a bit deal for me and my tiny little world, most people don't think twice about the help I occaisionally ask them for. In fact I think they get freaked out if I never say anything and isolate myself too much.
I've realised recently how hung up I've got on the idea of being seen as the quiet, competent perfectionist person in the corner and what an impossible person it is to be. Asking for help is what supervisors and co-workers are there for and even if it's a bit deal for me and my tiny little world, most people don't think twice about the help I occaisionally ask them for. In fact I think they get freaked out if I never say anything and isolate myself too much.
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Don't think twice, it's all right!
I've always found asking for any kind of help to be a hard thing to do. Not because I'm bothered about how anyone may think of me because of it, more because I still don't always fully trust that people will help. It sometimes makes me a pain in the behind on the excess gratitude front too, when I do manage to work myself up to ask for something.
On the perfectionism thing though, I learned how to be entirely satisfied with doing half a job or just enough of a job a long time ago. Life's too short to do as much work again to get the last ten per cent improvement.
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I've always found asking for any kind of help to be a hard thing to do. Not because I'm bothered about how anyone may think of me because of it, more because I still don't always fully trust that people will help. It sometimes makes me a pain in the behind on the excess gratitude front too, when I do manage to work myself up to ask for something.
On the perfectionism thing though, I learned how to be entirely satisfied with doing half a job or just enough of a job a long time ago. Life's too short to do as much work again to get the last ten per cent improvement.
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