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And Your Little Dog, Too!
Where the sysadmin learns it doesn't pay to be a team player....
Alistair Young ([email protected]) wrote:
>Gods, I just loved English. I swear we got symbolism out of books that
>the writers never thought of putting in...
Once upon a time last June, our dept got the re-engineering bug. To make a long and torturous story short, I ended up getting sucked into this new group - the Resolution Center . The re-engineering team was supposed to have talked to everyone in the dept to get a soild idea of what services we provide, what our jobs were, etc. As far as we could tell, they weren't listening to ANY of us admins whatsoever and were eating up whatever the clueless management told them. The implementation so far indicated that the managers STILL had no clue as to what we really do around here, so most of were, to say the least, cynical and embittered already.
Even better : to kick off the new Center, those of us poor shmucks threatened^Wchosen to staff it were taken off-site for a team-building day of bonding and oneness. Yes, it was as lovely as it sounds.
At the end of the day, our manager asked us "You might have noticed the Wizard of Oz posters along our walls today. Can anyone take a guess as to why we chose them?" I, who LOVED English and rampant symbolism as well, decided to forge forward with something about how four inDUHviduals, each with their unique talents, must work together as a team in order to achieve both their personal and group goals, yadda, yadda, yadda.
For the next hour or so, they'd show us clips from Wizard and pause the tape, asking us leading questions so we would all draw out the pointless, self-serving symbolism. The first clip ended with Dorothy tripping happily down the Yellow Brick Road, as the Munchkins waved goodbye. Pause. What's the symbolism? Silence.
I pipe up. "Notice how Dorothy just blindly follows the Munchkins' information. She doesn't ask around, she doesn't consult with others.... She just takes their word for it and trots on her merry little way towards what could be a gruesome, painful death for all she really knows. The Munchkins haven't even left their city, how would they know where in the hell that road really goes. Nothing but blind faith in a troop of midgets with pointy shoes and a sparkly chick." I think I threw in a "tsk, tsk" or two as well. My cow-orkers appreciated the symbolism, but the pointy-haired one was not thrilled.
She quit making me participate after that.
-- Heather the Surly 
 = Bigger Fsckin PFW, but including the senior admins who, until that time had been blissfully buffered.
 Well, more than usual.
 And believe me, I would have liked to kick *something* off...
It was as terrible as it sounds. I also found it ironic, as they split us up into teams to compete against the rest of our 'teammates' for prizes. Some people walked out with 3 prizes, some with none.
 Said with just the right mix of eager enthusiasm (for the pointy-haired ones) and dripping, oozing, gelatinous sarcasm (thus reassuring my cow-orkers that they didn't need to organize a pod hunt....).
 Sounds like a recipe for bitterness and envy to me, but what do I know, I'm not a HR person....
 I know, I know, I should have said "Spawn, because he's violent and a minion of Hell", but at the time I was trying to improve my image by not being a *blatant* BOFH. It was a time to lay low, but this meeting made it *VERY HARD*.
 They approved, thus netting me a prize, and relieving me from the bitter darkness of trinket envy, since all my teams had been big lusers.
 No one wanted to play this stupid game, since the only right answers are theirs....
 Although my old team leader, who was *going* to be a manager in this new plan, gave me a combination "I'm-trying-not-to-laugh, don't-start-that-now" look.
 I used to be Heather the Deeply Embittered during my stint in the Resolution Center. I got better.
Heather Garvey / [email protected]