Vintage Remembrance

I hate delay in all its forms. I always think that if anything is not done as promised, I am denied of the happiness of a fulfilled expectation. Delay angers me.
I get mad over people who do things lackadaisically, to me it means they dont care about the usefulness of their work, they dont love their work, or they just dont care about the people who will make use of their work. I get mad when nurses asssist a patient as if they just need to get the work over with, I hate it when they dont care when the patient is in pain when they stuck a needle to her arm, and when they dont care whether she is cold or warm..
I hate to say things twice, or to give a command the second time. I expect excellence from every worker, or at least an effort to achieve excellence, and that means there is no delay, there is quality of service, and a love for work.

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