I know how important praise is. And the psychology behind praise. You’d think I’d be immune.
Wrong.
Yesterday, I was at Artscape giving final touches to the library for My Fair Lady. The director, Ralph Lawson, sees me: “Hi Dusty! What’s a famous director like you doing here, making props?” I spluttered something incoherent.
Aw garn, I said to myself. The man’s a professional director and teacher. It’s his job to praise people, no matter how insignificant. Stop being such a bimbo.
I couldn’t help it. He acknowledged me, a relatively new director, as a director.
It still feels good.
*Pat* *pat*
Sometimes I wish my girlfriend’s name was Patricia so that I could walk up and pat her on the head every time she does something right.
Strangely enough, my friend Patricia doesn’t think it is such a great idea
Hahaha Craig! Your name should be Hazel, you nut!