Flowcharts. If you find yourself staring at one of these all googly-eyed, with clammy palms and even experiencing some shortness of breath, you know you are done for. There is something so mesmerizing (even therapeutic!?) about visually presenting color-coded bars against a timeline. And you know you'll have hell to pay when there are more colors on these suckers than you can name. Obviously, the fact that you even need a flowchart to begin with and your desperate dependence on compressing and distilling everything down to grids and lines and microscopic fonts, suggest the hot mess you're probably in so deep, you don't even realize. Flowcharts. These bad boys'll make or break you.
Mentors, check. You're sitting in a one-on-one meeting, and you're jotting away furiously on your little leather planner (because you're too poor and too proud to buy an iPad), hanging on to every single syllable of seasoned advice that is spewing your way, and you find yourself ecstatic when the person sitting across from you suggests a monthly check-in. That's really when the alarm bells should be going off in your head. You don't know it yet, but this is probably just the prelude to a 50 hr work week and that split second of lucidness on a late Friday night in the office, just enough coherence for you to bemoan over the fact that you lacked the foresight to get that silly army cot when it was on sale at Bed&Beyond for your cube that is slowly disappearing under all the many thick powerpoint decks.
The voices inside your head that whispers "You can do it, almost there." You don't want to admit it, but you've never really learned how to pace yourself, never even considered, mostly because you've alway took pride in holding yourself against a higher standard. You bite more than you can chew and as a consequence, seem to be a little bit too well versed in the Heimlich maneuver. Your ambition gets the better of you and drives you to make incredibly unsound decisions that when you're really lucky, may reap great rewards for you. And though you'd never willingly admit it, you're secretly a high-roller, and perpetually places your faith in some divine intervention or another to always get you out of trouble each time and every time.
Your company is growing on you. It's a Friday, and you just had an all day training session from 8 to 5. And you enjoyed it. In fact, not only did you enjoy it, but you were grateful that you got out of bed early and took the time to scout out a new route to this offsite campus that you've never set foot on. You're more than just drinking the Kool-aid, you're walknig and breathing and bathing in it. You stink of the Kool-aid. And you like it. You feel enculturated and that much closer to clearing the fog and setting your course to success. You have been converted and made a believer in just 3 weeks' time.
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