I swear some people need keepers. A few minutes ago I was out in the
garage building some furniture when Patty came out. She wanted to help!
Something like when a three year old wants to help Mama. But I said,
"Sure. Just hold this board while I saw it." She held it. In less than
30 seconds she got a splinter in her finger and sawdust in her eye
(Panic!), dropped the board on her foot and chipped a nail. She said, "I
have a headache," and went inside and took a nap.
After a few minutes I discovered I needed some materials from the lumber
yard (every project requires a minimum of three trips to the store), so
I got in the van and drove over there.
Now picture this: I'm walking along the main aisle headed for the far end
of the store. There's a guy about my size but considerably younger
walking along beside me on my left pushing a cart, dead even with me.
Suddenly he turned right, causing me to stumble and bump into the cart.
As I staggered around trying to get my feet back under me (the guy just
ignored my plight and kept going, not even slowing down) I
"accidentally" clipped him across the ankle, hard, with my steel-toed
boot, almost but not quite hard enough to break it. He let out a scream
and fell down on the floor clutching his foot, howling all the while.
It was my turn to ignore him and keep going.
When I passed that way again later, he was seated on a pile of lumber
while one of the store employees wrapped his foot with an Ace bandage.
Then when I got home, I discovered I had forgotten my gate key, so I
called Patty on the call box. I knew she was sleeping right by the
phone. She answered right away, asked me which button to push to open
the gate, then rolled over and went back to sleep without pushing it. A
moment later one of my neighbors came out and opened it for me.
I guess I need a keeper, too.
When employees make concessions while executives take bonuses, the bonds
of common purpose are broken.