From the Womb of Disappointment...
I compose my first post as a release from an incident that has laid anchor to my mind, lending rant to my mouth as a gnawing melancholy that has burrowed into my heart. Perhaps a transcription of my sentiments will repress these feelings and lend better control to my emotions.
Disappointment has consumed me over the better half of the last thirty four hours. A sensation that quells up unexpectedly at the slightest hint of the preceedings that led to our absymal failure. A malfunction of a presentation that should never have happened, that has left the bitter taste of discontent on my tongue.
It was never an issue of the unjust distribution of work. Rather, mainly regarding the assignment of duties that one had partook on behalf of his lack of contribution, or perhaps out of guilt. Nevertheless, the absymal and slipshod quality of work presented, considering the vast measures of time taken for it's creation, was more than disappointing. Forewarning and reminders were made, with none heeded. References and sources were created, with none referred. The concluding results were nothing less than shockingly inadequate.
I do reprimand myself for not taking better control of the situation, for not commandering the duties bestowed upon him better. For my lack of scrutiny in his work, in lieu of his shortcomings, which I should have foreseen. For my lack of attention to the details presented before me, I regret not amending whatever I could possibly have, despite the clock moving against me.
I feel for the other pair of compatriots in our assembly, friends to him and to me, as I am to him, no doubt, of their sense of betrayal and disappointment. Eventhough i am not at liberty to establish their impressions of him, in the aftermath of this incident; I believe it is no less lacking than how i feel, save the disgust which may be unique to me alone.
In the wake of this catastrophe, all that remains is for the three of us to hold our heads up high and to salvage what we can in the approaching trial of ink and manuscripts. To the unfortuned duo, I wish you both all the best.
And it is here that I must end this rant, for already it hinges on the edges of self-indulgency.
To self - a lesson learnt, to select one's associates with better care in the near future.
Have a good night.
Disappointment has consumed me over the better half of the last thirty four hours. A sensation that quells up unexpectedly at the slightest hint of the preceedings that led to our absymal failure. A malfunction of a presentation that should never have happened, that has left the bitter taste of discontent on my tongue.
It was never an issue of the unjust distribution of work. Rather, mainly regarding the assignment of duties that one had partook on behalf of his lack of contribution, or perhaps out of guilt. Nevertheless, the absymal and slipshod quality of work presented, considering the vast measures of time taken for it's creation, was more than disappointing. Forewarning and reminders were made, with none heeded. References and sources were created, with none referred. The concluding results were nothing less than shockingly inadequate.
I do reprimand myself for not taking better control of the situation, for not commandering the duties bestowed upon him better. For my lack of scrutiny in his work, in lieu of his shortcomings, which I should have foreseen. For my lack of attention to the details presented before me, I regret not amending whatever I could possibly have, despite the clock moving against me.
I feel for the other pair of compatriots in our assembly, friends to him and to me, as I am to him, no doubt, of their sense of betrayal and disappointment. Eventhough i am not at liberty to establish their impressions of him, in the aftermath of this incident; I believe it is no less lacking than how i feel, save the disgust which may be unique to me alone.
In the wake of this catastrophe, all that remains is for the three of us to hold our heads up high and to salvage what we can in the approaching trial of ink and manuscripts. To the unfortuned duo, I wish you both all the best.
And it is here that I must end this rant, for already it hinges on the edges of self-indulgency.
To self - a lesson learnt, to select one's associates with better care in the near future.
Have a good night.
posted by Noir @ 12:38 AM
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