You know, in high school, years ago, I was an overachiever. A "B+" killed me, and I only hear the criticisms over the more numerous compliments. Advanced Placement classes, determination to know everything, etc, etc.
I hate overachievers. The problem with being the best or scaling the mountain to get there is that you only have your eyes in front of you and don't see the rubble you kick down on other people's heads or the hand holds you snatch from those climbing alongside. Hell, you'd grab the leg of the guy above you and pull yourself up his body before kicking him in the face once he is bypassed if you weren't afraid of the repercussions from those even higher.
I could have gone home at a normal hour. MY work was done. But teamwork dictates you ask others if they need help, especially when they are the only people who will let you go home. So I ask. Mistake (not that I had a choice). Scut work. Copying pages and delivering them to an ill described location, a room number starting with a number in a building that labels all its rooms first with a letter. Yeah. Fun times.
So scut work done. Copies delivered to someone who was not even there. Return, hoping that it was the last task of the day. And it was! The "teammate" didn't need any more help. So I can go? Hope, hope, hope. Why don't find the other teammate and ask if he has anything he needs (no matter that he was about to let me go earlier when I was assigned your scut work)? And we wait for him, I sit trying to look busy with nothing. We wait. Why don't you go to this room, he's probably there. Sure, start heading off. Oh, wait for me I'll walk with you.
So GH, have you been reading up on things at home, trying to learn a little on the side.
Um, no not really.... [mistake. DOH! >.< should have lied]
Really? But you know this is a great learning opportunity, and yes it's busy here and hard to read up, but you have time to learn when you get home. Well, I guess you have to give some time to your family, but you should still be able to look up at least one topic a night and explore it.
... [thinking about the exam tomorrow that I need to study for with the time we are using to find that other teammate]
Well, you should definitely look up this, I mean its a great topic, and it will be relevant for what you want to do after school, right?
Sure, definitely...
We arrive, hey excuse me have you seen our teammate? Well, no not really, wait except for what was it 30-60 minutes ago. Oh, well no worries we'll just keep looking.
On our way back up to the central station. Hey GH, you know, he's probably in that meeting we forgot he was attending and probably left for when I had you run off to do my scut work. Haha, silly me. Well, let's just wait for him to come back.
... run into him... oh hey guys. Hey! so do you have anything else for GH to do? Nope, he can head home. Ah, good right, well have a good night GH. Uh, yeah thanks.
And with a rictus that is barely hidden behind a grimace, I grab my gear and head off. Time lost, studying to do, family waiting. And perhaps this wouldn't be so bad if.... I DIDN'T HAVE TO GET UP AT 3:30 AM TWO MORNINGS IN A ROW TO GET EVERYTHING READY TO GO BY 6:30!!!!! Yeah, mmhhhmmm. np. it's all cool.
I really do want to be an overachiever like you. I really want to be the best there ever was and will be, even if that's all I ever do, ever think about, what I'm an expert at. I want to go home exhausted, sleep deprived (just started hearing voices this morning, haha

) and read something dry and educational, up to the point I crash and get ready for another day. Excellent. I definitely learn the best when I'm stress, on edge, angry, tired, and misused. Can I have another sir? Puhlease!!!
And yeah, I love overachievers. I love how no one else is working hard enough, how they can't understand why all these people loaf around while they go the extra mile for the good of the team. Because in the end, really at heart, it isn't the service, the served, the fellow servers, the ones above or the ones below. It isn't even the satisfaction of knowledge or continuous praise. It's the self-righteous personal satisfaction of being better than the rest, being the one who is doing it right, who knows their shit and metes it out generously. It's the power, the power of being the best, of being excellent, amazing. It's the rush of working too hard, of toughing it out and being praised for bending the rules, spending overtime to get the job done, to do everything any one asks or is about to ask.
It's being the Shit.
And the ones who have figured out that life is balance? Losers! The ones who don't anticipate everyone's requests? Slackers!! The one who don't read learning material, who doesn't want to go to conferences because he can't stay awake for more than 15 minutes anymore, the one who isn't 3 years ahead of where he should be... INADEQUATE FAIL TAKE A HIKE THOUGHT OF DOING SOMETHING EASIER HOW DID YOU EVER GET IN HERE?
As a jaded fellow student told me today, it's hard to shine bright in a room full of stars.