Archive for May, 2004
Fouls and Glory

Maybe I’m an insensitive jerk, who doesn’t understand the complexity of the situation. I’ve been called that in the past, so it wouldn’t be a great surprise. Or, and this is a definite possibility, maybe society at large is too willing to dub a relatively insignificant act a great achievement.

Consider this. In NBA playoff games, the Los Angeles Lakers are 5-0 when Kobe Bryant is in court in the morning and on the court that night. The media, for some reason I’ve yet to decipher, has determined that this makes Kobe an incredibly gifted person. I believe they tend to exaggerate.

Granted, Kobe is an incredible basketball player faced with a troublesome rape charge, which can be, and probably is, a major distraction to his career. But let’s look at this ‘achievement’ with a critical eye.

First off, he’s flying back and forth between Colorado and California on chartered flights that he probably got to in limousines, which is significantly less troublesome than the stinky taxi, not-enough-room, always-running-behind flights you and I would experience.

Secondly, he has a crack legal team that’s making every effort to give him a stellar defense that, so far, has helped create a timeline that doesn’t seem to include a trial date in the next six months. Certainly, sitting in court while counsel discusses the need for DNA evidence from two potential former lovers of the alleged victim is less stressful than facing a jury of folks who can send you to prison for a long time.

Thirdly, lest we forget, he’s playing basketball. Kobe isn’t rushing back to L.A. for sensitive surgery on a critically ill 12-year-old. He’s throwing a round ball through a hoop, which is a lot like a non-professional athlete hitting the heavy bag or going for a long run after a tough day at the office. Plus, he’s on the court with at least three future Hall of Fame teammates.

Finally, his wife is standing behind him despite the fact that, at the very least, he did, in fact, cheat on her, creating a situation in which everyone in the world knows he was unfaithful. But there she is (looking completely stunning, no less) with a congratulatory hug and kiss after the game.

Sure, what he’s doing isn’t easy. But the myth that Kobe is a superhuman individual worthy of admiration and adulation is preposterous. There are thousands of people facing infinitely more difficult situations every day. The single mother of two who lost her job to downsizing, but still reads to the kids at bedtime. The officer who hasn’t seen his daughter for six months, but still manages to lead his men. Or the public defender who has more lives in his hands than hours in the day.

These are the people who manage great achievements. And these are the folks truely worthy of our praise. But they’ll likely never see it.

Page 23 Meme

Because it’s supposed to be de rigeur:

Rules:
# Grab the nearest book.
# Open the book to page 23.
# Find the fifth sentence.
# Post the text of the sentence in your journal/blog along with these instructions.

Finding Honesty

Several times recently, I have been faced with folks who were absolutely amazed at my honesty. It’s not that they were amazed that I, personally, was being honest, but that anyone in this given situation would be honest.

The first situation happened when an online retailer that I order from every month sent me some extra product that I hadn’t ordered. I contacted him and let him know and offered to return it. He seemed to be floored by that fact that I would admit to receiving “free” stuff and even more amazed that I would return it.

The second situation was at a local restaurant that I visit several times a week. My bank card wouldn’t work, so they gave me my lunch for free. I returned today to get lunch again, and to repay my debt. Well, they hadn’t written down my debt in their IOU book and they were surprised that I would just come in and offer to pay without being confronted about it.

This doesn’t say as much about my personal character as it does about society’s levels of trust and expectation. It’s a poor comment on most of us when we feel that other people will take advantage of us if given the slightest chance. I guess past experience with people makes us feel this way, but I wonder if this distrust, this sense of paranoia doesn’t help to slowly erode the social fabric. Our country was built on freedom and the underpinning of freedom is a sense of honesty. If I am free to believe, to speak and to act in pretty much any manner, then complicit in that is honesty when exercising those freedoms.

I am speaking mostly of personal relationships here, but how does this thinking apply to politics, business and other arenas in which humans are engaged. Think about how often we refer to our favorite artists (musicians, painters, sculptors, etc.) as being honest with their work. That’s one reason we find their work to be important. The political/economical world is slightly different in that deception and a lack of honesty seems to somehow be ingrained in a successful execution of one’s goals in those environments.

So, how do we extend the honesty many of us act on in our personal lives to our business and political lives?

Cinco de Shut Up

Today is the 5th of May - Cinco de Mayo.

Once again my office is having one of those cute little office lunches where they expect everyone to be wearing Mexican flair. I don’t really get it, isn’t Cinco de Mayo a Mexican holiday? I’m guessing it is since it’s called Cinco de Mayo and not Funftel von Kann, or Le Cinquieme de Peut.

So the kitchen is slowing filling up with Mexican food. As I fill up my coffee cup, I get side-glances from those dropping off food. Yes, I once again forgot to bring something in for the potluck. I can never remember, do people with last names between A-J bring snacks, or drinks? I could check the company wide email again to verify, but I have TheBat! filter out any company email that includes an attempt to raise our morale by adjusting the company dress code for a day by asking us to wear giant hats.

Though the thought did cross my mind to dress up like my own version of Don Pablo and ride in on a mule while drinking tequila. Maybe I’m confusing him with Juan Valdez.

Anyhow, after the 20 minutes of pot luck, standing in line for my chance to scoop up a spoon full of sitting-out-all-morning instant Taco mix, I’ll make my way back to my office, cast aside the straw sombrero that the HR director handed out to everyone and contemplate what part of being forced to read What Color is Your Parachute in college prepared me for corporate sponsored luncheons of this kind. It’s suppose to make me feel good about working for a cheery place, yet when I took a few days off when my son was born I was told how disappointed the company was that I missed the mandatory Drug Awareness and Prevention meeting. Maybe if the HR guy put half the effort he put into arranging this festival of motivation into being human (and the other half into realizing the shirt he’s wearing is Hawaiian, not Mexican), I would feel better about working here.

Cinco De Mayo: the 5th of Maybe you should leave me the hell alone.