Don't know if you remember my "respect" story from a few months ago, a bit of the opposite.
I once turned an ugly bowl, the worst in the world. I threw it out the door towards the barn, was going to burn it. The vet came and saw it so I asked if she wanted a horrible bowl, maybe for cat food or something. I had one unbreakable condition - that she NEVER tell anyone where she got it.
Some time later I went to their house for a birthday celebration for her father-in-law. As I walked in I saw the bowl on a table with nuts or something in it - she announced: "Hey everyone, this is John - he made this bowl!" Ack.
Moral of the story - burn bad work promptly.
JKJ