This isn’t exactly your issue, but may have some redeeming humor.
In grade school, my friends and I were offered the chance (were commanded to) learn to play the recorder. The culmination of our efforts was the Christmas music show for our parents. I got completely flustered after a few notes and faked my way through the rest of the performance.
Many years later, the topic came up in a conversation with some of my old classmates. Turns out they were faking it too, and since it was a very small school we estimated that no more than 3-4 kids could possibly have been playing!
I’m a little lazy, especially if I’m bored. Home chores are torture for me but if I’ve got lots of work to do at work, I’m a busy bee because it interests me.
I have really high expectations of people, especially co-workers, but am horrible at communicating those expectations without coming across as a bitch. I really don’t mean it that way, damnit!
If it’s a customer, I can be a social butterfly – I think I feel “safe” within the customer service construct. Otherwise, I’m super shy and feel like an idiot if I try to hold down my side of a conversation.
I always say the wrong thing on the telephone, unless I’m in my work-safe zone.
Visually, I’m just not with it. I am not concerned with how things tied together visually and I couldn’t tell you what it should like. I can tell you if the text is poorly worded but not if the colors or font are wrong.
I can’t put together things. The best I can do is wire together a sheep panel or two but if it requires instructions, I can follow them but it never, ever turns out right whether it’s an office chair or a cardboard display.
I say fuck alot. Sometimes in inappropriate situations, like in front of my grandma.