Managing people has got to be one of the most difficult jobs in the world. To impose a standard, to set up an expectation, to make, to control, to guide another brain into doing what you what it to do takes ingenuity. Each person has a different set of aesthetics and definition of what work is. Add emotional drama/trauma and sometimes I wished I had ten arms four brains and six pairs of legs and do everything that needs to be done by myself.
At a party, the hosts put up signs for garbage, recyclables and composts. The guests upon reading the signs showed no clue of understanding how to dispose the various items. I was asked to be the policeman. Bending over the cans I separated the soiled paper plates, food scraps, empty bottles, plastic utensils, etc. and stopped the guests from randomly throwing things into the wrong receptacle. A small task, really; nothing like managing two hundred people in a corporate office. But that’s all the managing I’m happy to do.
