So anyway, this may – or may not – have happened to someone I know last week…
To protect her identity let’s call her Genny… (see Jen, no-one will know who I’m talking about… I changed the ‘J’ to a ‘G’… and I used Genny – the name you hate – not Gen, or Gennifer..)
So, Jen… whoops I mean Gen… whoops I mean Genny… nipped down to 7-Eleven™ to pick up a couple of Hot Chocolates. (She says the hot chocolates at 7-Eleven™ are the best going around… I suspect it’s more about the $2 price tag…). Anyway, Genny bought the hot chocolates and stepped out of the store, and onto the street… where a fast moving, well dressed, suited and booted woman inadvertently took Genny out in a sickening side swipe… causing one of the hot chocolates to tumble slow motion through the air (are you imagining it?), and land upside down on the footpath.
The offending woman stopped… profusely apologised and offered to pay for a replacement. Genny politely declined… or so she tells us… but the woman insisted and forced a $5 note into Genny’s outstretched… whoops… I mean un-expectant hand.
‘But it only cost $2… let me at least get you your change…’ Genny’s words… not mine.
‘No, no… I’m in a massive hurry…’ And with that, the woman disappeared in a puff of smoke… never to be heard of again… Or… strode off… $5 lighter and muttering under her breath about people always stepping out of 7-Eleven™ stores carrying 2 hot chocolates and not looking where they are going… you decide.
As Genny turned around to re-enter 7-Eleven™ she was stopped by what appeared to be a harmless and homeless lady…
‘Listen Darlin’ I’ll take the money… I’m a Hustler…’ (not Hustler like in the magazine Hustler, I think she meant Hustler as in the cheating, lying & thieving sense… Not that I’ve ever read the magazine Hustler, nor do I know anything about its contents…).
‘Not Likely…’ Genny replied and proceeded back into 7-Eleven™ to purchase an replacement hot chocolate…
The poor, homeless, tear-filled Hustler was now joined by her boyfriend… Picture him… no shoes… no shirt… one tooth… and ready for some biff… who said. ‘What’d she say?’ And they moved menacingly toward our heroine…
To cut a long story short… well shortish… Genny bought the hot chocolate… held the $3 change tantalisingly aloft for the dishevelled couple to see… calmly placed it in the charity money box on the counter… and hot-footed it out of there and back to the office.
When Genny re-told the story to all of us in the office, I sadly shook my head and offered…
‘If you were a Mr Men character, you would be Little Miss Trouble…’
Then… it… hit… me… We are always looking for ways to measure our culture internally in the workplace. Do you have a positive ‘culture’? How do you know if your ‘culture’ is bad? Is the only evidence of a growing culture in this office inside that yoghurt pot in the fridge – 3 months past its use-by date? Etc. etc. etc.
So, what if we simplified it by labelling everyone in your workplace as a Mr Men character? No… work with me here… Imagine you have… say… seven people in your office. Give them all a Mr Men identity based on their personality… Mr Fussy… Little Miss Naughty… Mr Tickle etc. If there are more positive characters than negative… then you have a supportive and happy work culture. If not, you have a problem… Simple, effective, understandable and efficient…
I love it when a blog comes together…
For the record, let me know what Mr Men character you think best represents you… and if you know me… give me a label… I’m a big boy… figuratively, not physically… I can take it…
Craig Watson