:: Clipped wings ::

Monday, June 14, 2004

I've had a spare binder clip hanging from the power button on my monitor for some time now. It's been utterly useless. I stuck some push-pins in it. Once, I pretended it was an alien hovercraft.

Today, a member of our board of directors, exiting from the large conference room behind my desk, turned and asked me if I had a spare binder clip. Within seconds it was serving its intended purpose, nobly clamping about fifty sheets of paper together tightly.

Was I a yes-man? Maybe. I didn't question his request. I implicitly validated his assertion that a metal clip was the best way to bind those papers together instead of thinking critically and offering possible alternatives.

Was I a sell-out? Absolutely. I saw dollar signs and my morals were defenestrated. That little clip had been with me for over a year. It never complained once and I abandoned it in an instant.

This valuable contribution to the success of my company has been duly noted in my evaluation file.

Posted by morland @ 07:07 PM

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