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For a considerable number of years, I devoted myself to a rather ambitious undertaking: trying to be everything to everyone. A noble enterprise, one might think. Unfortunately, it came with dreadful working conditions, no annual leave, and an astonishing number of complaints. There was always someone who needed something. Someone who expected something. Someone who was disappointed because I had done too much, too little, too soon, too late, or, in a particularly impressive display of creativity, not quite what they had imagined I ought to have done. Apparently, I was supposed to know. I tried being understanding. Accommodating. Patient. Reasonable. Occasionally, I even attempted the dangerous art of being agreeable before my first cup of coffee. Nothing worked. The trouble with trying to please everyone is that everyone has a different idea of what pleasing them should look like. Some prefer you cheerful, but not excessively so. Others appreciate your honesty, provided it conf...
