P is for Perfection, Peas and a Plug
Since childhood I have always strived for perfection. I played the electronic organ and was quite the little prodigy but I wouldn’t perform in public unless I knew the piece was perfect. And boy did the tear works erupt if I hit a bum note. It is only recently that I’ve come to terms with the fact that perfectionism hinders progress, even though my guardian angel has been trying to teach me this invaluable lesson for years. One attempt stands out in my mind.
During my second year of catering college, back when I was 17, I took part in a silver service waiting competition. As ever, I was fully prepared: my dummy waiter was equipped and neatly set out, my table for four was laid to perfection and I had every single movement of service clearly planned in my head. The customers arrived and the starters went well. I served the wine and then began serving the main course. I mentally checked off each step.
I balanced the meat platter across my left arm and served each customer; spooning the perfect amount of jus over each portion of meat which was placed at the 6 o’clock position on the plate. The Dauphinoise potatoes dished up without problem. Everything was going well. Just the vegetables to go.
I picked up the terrine of freshly podded petit pois, balanced it across my left hand and headed towards my awaiting guests with a smile.
On route, my guardian angel decided to play a prank. He knocked the terrine out of my hand. Honestly, I don’t know what happened. One moment it was secure, the next it was flying through the air. The little green critters took pride in their rollerball shape and ran all over the carpet in different directions. I stood for a moment in shock. Luckily, the curse word stayed in the back of my throat. The ‘aahs’ from onlookers snapped me back to attention. I grabbed a spare linen napkin from my dummy waiter, and tried at lightning speed to gather as many pesky peas as I could into a pile and placed the napkin over the top. I then legged it to the kitchen to grab another terrine and served the peas on the customers’ plates. The rest of the meal went well – not that I cared anymore. I’d messed up my chances. Or had I?
Lesson learned: it is not necessary to be perfect in order to get results. It’s how you manage the imperfections that counts.
Are you a perfectionist? Have you suffered any mishaps in trying to be so?
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