Life is not fair. It never was meant to be, my mother would shout at me.

If you recognize something about yourself, a foible, a defect, does that mean its okay to be okay with it?

My friend, who has been a manager for eons, was sent to class to be a manager. The government in its infinite wisdom felt that every “new” manager needs to receive training. Poor guy. He hates all “the new age touchy-feeling crap”. As part of his training, they had him answer 26 questions. They analyzed his 26 answers and came up with a personality profile. Basically called him an anal retentive prick. He knows he’s picky on details. He knows he has almost impossible standards for himself and stresses out over details. But his job demands he be that way. He realizes this about himself and makes sure he doesn’t inflict this on his employees. The poor man had to sit through a lecture on how he needed to watch out for this behavior and that if he didn’t watch it he would be a bad manager. All this from 26 questions. Pages and pages of pop psychology.

My tax dollars at work.

Ciao