I have a very good sense of my strengths and weaknesses. Mostly because I have very few strengths and lots of weaknesses. My wife took the day off yesterday to come help me interview people for a job vacancy at my company.
I am quite bad at interviews.
Jo: ‘So how to you feel about sushi?’
Potential job applicant: ‘Are you kidding? I love sushi!’
Jo: ‘You’re hired!’ *takes new employees hand and starts dancing the snoopy dance of happiness* ‘We can totally be friends’.
Whereas my wife is quite scary (I’ve realized). She takes notes and asks these really tough (work related) questions. I’m impressed I remembered to wear closed shoes and long pants.
I try and chime in every now and then to make it seem like I have something valuable to add. But really, I know this is what George W. Bush felt like when he was reading that children’s book and the secret service agent came and whispered in his ear… and he’s sitting there wondering what he should do now… but also thinking about a ham sandwich.
Afterwards we sit at my desk. I color in with my crayons and she tries to help me with some of my nightmarish accounting issues I may have… eh… inadvertently created.
She makes me a list of things I need to do. She’s learned by now that if she doesn’t write things down for me… the mission is over before it begins. That’s not a guarantee that I won’t loose the list… or…
… completely misinterpret whats written on the list. But there’s a chance.
Yeah, I have no idea why she married me either. Probably because she felt sorry for me.