Monday November 28th 2011 Tim
I'll blame mental
depletion for yesterday's failure. It all happened so quickly.
The auditor asked questions, I answered them first by shrugging in that
"who really gives a damn" way. And then I noticed the clipboard
and realized I was being subjected to that form of testing where the
answer "who really gives a damn" is abjectly incorrect.
Nor was it one of
those "multiple choice dog ate homework" situations. Two of the
questions permitted a degree of rambling, which is a good area for me so
I was able to wax around until I saw encouragement in the face of my
charming inquisitor. The other two questions were very specific, and
required that part of memory that retains numbers.
All the same, it is a deficient
mail order retailing associate who cannot recall the title of the shift
he belongs to.
Afterwards I found myself
debating the nature of the competitive spirit. I could see the
importance of team, I could see the necessary disciplining of team and how
critical to team it was that we all strive to out shine each other in the
matter of team-ness. It's a process that promulgates and directs our
ambitions and our goals, when suddenly we find ourselves lumped together and
also able to communicate. So of course the one word answer becomes a
symbol of perfection, a something we should all aspire to, a point at the
end of the line.
Sometime in the afternoon, I again
felt the tap of ungodliness upon my shoulder. I guess the debate had
deteriorated into an emotional confusion because I had made the stupid
mistake of examining the word 'point' and it's relationship with an infinite
line while tidying a bin full of little fluffy toys with big eyes that
were made in China and which were well labeled as 'lead Free.'
"Who fires who" sounds like a question,
but actually for those of us in mail order retail, it's an answer.