About 3,000 years ago when I was a teenager, I was sitting in the passenger seat of a green 1975 Chevy Nova while my friend, Chris Palatucci, steered his barge around New York City's suburbs.
He said uncle had said something like this to him:
"So I went into the men's room, washed my hands and then took a whiz."
Chris replied, "You washed your hands before you peed?"
And here's the line I remember verbatim:
"Of course I did," his uncle replied. "I didn't want to get my winky-dink dirty."
It occurs to me that not enough people wash their hands before getting down to business. That they therefore sully the work they are about to present.
I have no trouble being flexible about work. I do not treat it like a kidney about to be transplanted. Nevertheless, I do think there should be a certain degree of reverence around work.
Treat it carefully.
And don't forget to wash your hands.