At a very young age, I remember going with my siblings and some of my cousins to the city park to play. One such time, when we were going to be staying for a while, my aunt packed us a lunch. When she asked what kind of sandwich I wanted, I replied with one of my most favorite concoctions: peanut butter and honey.
We went to the park, romped around and got really tired, and then it was time for lunch. I was really excited to take a huge bite of that peanut butter and honey sandwich! When I took the first bite and began to chew, though, I was in for one of the rudest surprises of my life… there were CHUNKS of something in my sandwich! I had clearly asked for a peanut butter and honey sandwich, not a peanut butter, honey, and rocks sandwich.
My tender young palate was not ready for my first experience with chunky peanut butter, and if I remember right, I don’t think I even took a second bite of the sandwich.
In Sunday School lately, we’ve digressed back to the time in our youth where it was uncool to read things outloud in class. I mean, what’s more embarrassing for our budding egos than mispronouncing the name Kishkumen or Pahoran or Ammonihah? (come on folks… amone-aye-hah? or amun-eye-uh? pick one!)
I’m currently working on a project at work which I have had a hard time getting started on. The problem is, since the day it started, all of the stakeholders have had different goals and opinions about what the expected result of the project should be, and since this is not a collaborative effort (I’m doing the work mostly myself) they really don’t know what they’re going to get until I give it to them, and they have little to no actual daily input into the minutia of the project. So it’s become mostly a game of expectations. Can I convince them that what I’m planning on giving them is exactly what they want?
