Life lesson: don’t ask for something if you aren’t willing to deal with the less than stellar results if things go south.
Growing up, my parents didn’t like buying us fast food. They thought (correctly) that it was expensive, not good for us, and usually messy. We went to the Texas State Fair when I was six or seven years old. Now we were trying to do the Fair on a budget (not easy) and had packed our own sandwiches and drinks to have for lunch.
That was until I saw MASSIVE SLICES OF PIZZA.
The warm and soggy PB&J sandwiches didn’t stand a chance. I started pestering my dad, tugging on his hand and pointing at the pizza.
“No Bethy,” he said. “It’s expensive, and you won’t eat it all.”
“Yes I will,” I begged. The pizza looked amazing.
I finally wore him down with whining and pouts. He went and paid an astronomical amount for a piece of cheese pizza the size of my head.
I was biting into it and skipping in a celebratory fashion when I tripped. The pizza went cheese-down in the gravel.
I looked at my dad. He told me to pick it up. I did, then went to hand it to him to be properly disposed of, as I imagined a $5 piece of gravely pizza should be in 1986.
He gingerly picked gravel off of the pizza and handed it back to me.
“You wanted this,” he said. “And you dropped it. Eat it.”
Long story short, he didn’t make me eat gravel-laden pizza, before you call CPS on my dad. But it did teach me a lesson.
Don’t ask for something (software, headcount, new programs) without thinking about how you’re going to handle things when it goes cheese side down into the dirt. Know that if you get budget dollars allotted to your pet project and it SUCKS, you may be asked to eat that gravel pizza, and do it with a smile.
Sometimes you have to take a big bite out of a gravely pizza on a hot summer day, and act like you like it.