I am rarely afraid of people but there’s one kind of ‘personality’ that I dread, fear, avoid….yes, even abhor.
God. I just can’t take people like that. I hate it that when we make headway and we’re really proud of ourselves, we celebrate by patting each other on the back, chanting the name of a person who had been particularly productive in the group…and then this perfectionist walks up with knitted brows, “We’re not even near, guys. There’s something wrong with the code here…right here, and then here and there”.
The perfectionist…how I abhor that word…maybe even more than I abhor the actual personality. The perfectionist may deliver (sparingly) completed work from time to time but he/she is often unhappy with the work, unfinished or otherwise. He takes the trouble to find problems with stuff that should be left untouched. Sure thing…we need a perfectionist in our lives because it balances out people like me. But they make our lives a complete misery!
But the thing with perfectionists is this; they are never happy. Even when you’re 99.999999999999999% there, this person sits there rubbing his/her chin contemplating the whole thing – trying to dig up a problem.
I just can’t take it. I can work with any type of person (lazy people included) but I just can’t take the perfectionist. I can’t, definitely can’t, live with one. I hope that in my lifetime, I will be given a special gift whereby I can spot a perfectionist a mile away and spin on my heels and head off.
Perfectionists, leave me alone!