Every time I thought we were through, the Boss came up with one more question, or one more little nip or tuck. By the end of this process (which mercifully did come today at last), it got so that I could change whatever he wanted changed in the Big Project without so much as making a conscious effort to be mindful of what I was doing. Not exactly in my sleep, but the same as.
This is a far cry from the start of the process, shortly after the first of the year, when I had to remind myself of the way all the spreadsheets were put together internally, and how they interconnected with each other. You’d think something that takes up more than two months of my life, year after year, would get a little more familiar each time. And it does. A little.
More than once this morning he said to me, “I think we’re done.” And then he would have another thought, or look at it one more time and notice something that could be different (not wrong, necessarily, just different). He had it in the envelope to send to the accountant (he told me this), but he would keep taking it out and looking at it.
You know what I told him, right? “Seal that envelope!”
He was wearing me out, and I think he was wearing himself out pacing around his office, trying to make a decidedly imperfect process turn out a perfect product. Whenever possible, I try not to do the impossible. Some people who think they are perfectionists are really impossiblists. Usually someone else has to draw the line for them, so I did.