My wife always complains that in the numerous branches of the company she works for the employees have no work ethic. Not too concerned with showing up on time or just letting work pile up with no sense of urgency. I used to see the same thing where I used to work mostly with the younger workers. Today I learned why.
I had to go out early this morning to do some shopping and I got to the junction where my community’s street meets the main road. The intersection was jammed with SUVs and other traffic slowly backing up waiting for the stopped school bus. So I’m waiting, watching, and waiting and watching…waiting and the bus has its flashers sometimes on sometimes off just sitting there. As I’m watching kids are filtering in from here and there at a relaxed pace. Each time the bus puts the flashers on. Then I realize that half of these breeders still have their kids in their SUVs and as they slowly filter out they just saunter toward the bus here and there with no sense of urgency. They are being trained from an early age. I had a good laugh out of it. I remember, as a youth, waiting at the bus stop with a bunch of kids and when the bus doors closed it just left even if you were running toward it. If you were late and missed the bus you headed home for the prerequisite beating before being driven to school.
I had to go out early this morning to do some shopping and I got to the junction where my community’s street meets the main road. The intersection was jammed with SUVs and other traffic slowly backing up waiting for the stopped school bus. So I’m waiting, watching, and waiting and watching…waiting and the bus has its flashers sometimes on sometimes off just sitting there. As I’m watching kids are filtering in from here and there at a relaxed pace. Each time the bus puts the flashers on. Then I realize that half of these breeders still have their kids in their SUVs and as they slowly filter out they just saunter toward the bus here and there with no sense of urgency. They are being trained from an early age. I had a good laugh out of it. I remember, as a youth, waiting at the bus stop with a bunch of kids and when the bus doors closed it just left even if you were running toward it. If you were late and missed the bus you headed home for the prerequisite beating before being driven to school.