It is tough to be a perfectionist in an imperfect world.
Several years ago, when I was a pizza restaurant manager, I had a problem. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted the restaurant to be spotless. I wanted the pizzas to be made to spec. I wanted the stock rotated so that the first in was the first out. I wanted my employees to be on time, to be dressed according to the code, and to know their jobs. I wanted smiles.
I wanted my customers to be happy, the bank deposit to be made on time, and the produce to arrive when it should. In short, I sweated the details because I was a perfectionist. But that’s a good thing, right? Maybe not so much. That year my staff had a birthday surprise for me when they presented me with a gift. I unwrapped the long slender package and inside was a riding crop. They were only half-kidding. Continue reading “Perfect vs. Good Enough”