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The footballer who shows up with a “slight hamstring strain”; the worker who is locked in a daily battle with her childcare or who is regularly snookered by the same train timetable that others manage without fuss, is an [[excuse pre-loader]]. | The footballer who shows up with a “slight hamstring strain”; the worker who is locked in a daily battle with her childcare or who is regularly snookered by the same train timetable that others manage without fuss, is an [[excuse pre-loader]]. | ||
The art of [[managing expectations]] by explaining, before something goes drastically wrong, the extenuating circumstances which will make this turn of events inevitable, if it is the way the events turn, which it will be. | The art of [[managing expectations]] by explaining, before something goes drastically wrong, the extenuating circumstances which will make this turn of events inevitable, if it is the way the events turn, which it will be. | ||
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The footballer who shows up with a “slight hamstring strain”; the worker who is locked in a daily battle with her childcare or who is regularly snookered by the same train timetable that others manage without fuss, is an excuse pre-loader.
The art of managing expectations by explaining, before something goes drastically wrong, the extenuating circumstances which will make this turn of events inevitable, if it is the way the events turn, which it will be.
While these “extenuating circumstances” will never include one’s own practical uselessness, at a greater level of abstraction excuse pre-loading speaks to, and from, a deep well of insecurity from which the drone of the intuition that one is really a bit hopeless, booms and echoes.
In their heart of hearts, these people know. You do, too. You will know them instinctively. You recognise them in your mammalian brain, well before the conscious thought flickers. But as surely as you know it, you know that HR won’t let you touch them.