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Mr Pigglesworth Gets It Wrong

Mr Pigglesworth knew from the moment the words left his lips that it was the wrong thing to say. Instead of calming the situation, he had gone right ahead and thrown a bucket of petrol on instead. He stood witness as the flames leapt higher and higher and considered his options. Whilst he had been in the right prior to this moment, he know knew he needed to suck up his hubris and grab the fire extinguisher of apology. Lesson learnt.


Mr Pigglesworth knew from the moment that he arrived that he had made the wrong clothing selection. It would have been so easy to overdress and then dial this back as the situation called for. Instead, he was about to spend an uncomfortable evening know that his interpretation of smart casual seemed to closer to that of a teenage punk riot concert. Well, if this was to work then he had to own it.


Mr Pigglesworth knew from the moment that the flipped over the chair that he had used the wrong screws. What's more, moments earlier he had smugly explained how people often mix these up and the longer screws then penetrate through the seat. And there they were, four jagged little metal prongs ready to tear into your posterior at will. Mr Pigglesworth began the process of unscrewing and carefully making sure that he selected the correct ones this next time. Those little bumps in the wood would serve as a reminder (thankfully not a painful one anymore) to not let arrogance get the better of him.


Mr Pigglesworth knew as he saw the parking warden putting a ticket on his car that he was not in fact wrong. He had been to the meter, entered in his number plate as it required and then paid the required amount. He decided to intervene, query the nature of receiving a ticket despite following the system. The parking warden listened patiently to his explanation of why there must be some mistake and then walked with him over to the machine. Mr Pigglesworth then saw clear as day "please take your ticket and place this clearly on your dashboard". A moment to comprehend that he hadn't followed the simple and clear instructions on the machine led to a rapid apology and a muttering about how these systems always seem to change. Mr Pigglesworth wasn't happy but begrudgingly accepted he had got it wrong.


Mr Pigglesworth was about to find out he had got it wrong but not as wrong as he thought he had made it. You see, Mr Pigglesworth had decided to make wine and was racking (transferring from one vessel to another to leave behind accumulated sediment) when the siphon began to suck up the very sediment he was meant to leave behind. A moment of panic led to a rapid withdrawal of the siphon, still very much under pressure and now directing the new born wine onto the counter top instead. Mr Pigglesworth acted quickly to return this to the correct receptacle accepting that somehow he had ruined everything (he hadn't) and that his time, efforts and money would be sent down the drain (they weren't). It turns out that it didn't matter as much as he had thought about the extra sediment that would fall out again in time. Mr Pigglesworth was wrong, but only because he was new to this, and sometimes there is a lot to learn.


Mr Pigglesworth knew he had got it wrong when he looked out the window and spotted the trampoline upside down on the car. Despite the strong wind gusts warnings, Mr Pigglesworth a first time owner of said trampoline had not even considered that this would be a likely scenario. Needless to say, lessons were learnt and steps were taken in the future to avoid a repeat.


Mr Pigglesworth knew he had got it wrong when he stood in front of his colleagues to see the blank faces staring back at him. His five minute explanation was now approaching the hour mark and it was clear that they were none the wiser. If fact, the level of confusion had escalated to such a point that this meeting was now going backwards at a rate of knots. There had been moments to cut his losses and move things along, but those were long gone and now he was digging deep into the quagmire of befuddlement. When communicating an idea, it was clear that this way not the way to do it. Lesson learnt.


Mr Pigglesworth knew he had done something wrong when he turned to see the stove top coffee pot ejecting splatters of brown caffeinated liquid all over the elements and bench top. Whilst he hadn't placed the coffee on, his proximity to this suggested that he had missed the crucial instruction of where ownership had been transferred over to him of this essential process. Confirmation of this came not long after, and the lesson to never simply to agree without double checking what you were agreeing to was learnt once again.


Mr Pigglesworth knew that he had got it right from the moment that he saw the looks on the Pigglesworth children's faces. He had stopped what he was doing to go and jump on the trampoline with them. Despite the importance of his task (supposed importance), when the kids had asked, he had responded. He knew that those 20 minutes on the trampoline were as important to him as they were to the kids. He also knew that being deliberate in his interactions was often the most important determinant of success (and being right). Lesson learnt.


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