The Two Employees
They each have their own unique style of work that is typical of employees. J.J. runs around like he has a million things to do but never really accomplishes anything.
Oh, sure, he makes a big show of carrying his lunch plate into the kitchen.
But midway to through the dining room, he drops his plate and walks through the jello, macaroni and pears. He tracks the food into the kitchen, where he grabs a cup of cold coffee from the counter and pours it on his head. Then he opens the refrigerator, takes out the ketchup and throws it against the wall. Finally, he lays down on top of the cat.
I would really like to see what his job description says.
Richie, on the other hand, accomplishes a lot. But to what purpose? At first glance, he is a model employee. Always sitting quietly, doing work at the table.
But soon, you start to ask yourself, What is that guy's job? Everytime I walk by his desk, he is cutting paper into random pieces. Or taping them together and remarking to himself, "Hmm. That's different. That's verrrry different."
Or drawing pictures with a red violet crayon of pointy-fingered gloves. Occassionaly he writes a small "H" on a large piece of paper and says, "There we go."
J.J. has become much more efficient since he hired an assistant, Cher. She's a chair. J.J. takes her everywhere he goes.
He can reach everything now.
Today, I walked into the boys room and a whole container of fish food was spilled on the floor and in J.J.'s drawer of clothes. Cher the chair was there, of course. That's how J.J. reached the food. It looked like a pinch even made it's way into the aquarium.
J.J. came walking into the room.
"What's this?" I asked.
He could have blamed his new assistant. Instead, J.J. stared at me proudly. I knew what he was thinking.
"I'm glad you asked, mom. This is just one example of how I am a self-starter. The fish looked hungry to me, so I fed them."
"Why is the food all over the floor?" I asked.
"I think it's obvious that the floor was hungry, as well. And so were my clothes. You see, for me, initiative is not just something you put on a resume. It's a way of life."
"You're fired," I said. But having know idea what that means, he smiled proudly, as if to say, "You're welcome."