The girl who emigrated
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in a foreign country. You may have heard of it? The country was called Work, and those who came from there were called Workers. Work was a fairly casual country, where the girl lived with many other Workers. They performed their daily Chores, often many at the same time, every day, every month, every year.
In the country of Work, it was important to do as many Chores as possible at the same time. This was not very Effective and Chores did not always get Finished. But, in Work, this did not do much, as long as you got Paid. Getting Paid was very important because it meant that you could continue your Chores. Paid in Work was what food is for us living on planet Earth. In Work, you also often spent time attending Meetings. At Meetings, you met others in Work and together you talked about Chores. This was not always so Effective and many times you talked about the same Chores that you had talked about before. But, in Work, this didn’t do much as long as you got Paid.
Chores in Work came in a never-ending stream. For those of you who have heard of conveyor belts from old stories, one can describe the equivalent in Work as a digital form of belt where Workers picked up Chores from the continuously running , never stopping, belt. Mercilessly. Going. On. The difference was, however, that the speed of the belt in the country of Work couldn’t be adjusted. It was always just a bit faster than the Workers could handle. In addition, there always came different Chores on the belt and Workers never knew what would appear next, what to expect. This made Efficiency impossible. But, nothing of this mattered, as long as you got Paid. The girl in the story was also the equivalent of Foreman, so for her there were some extra belts that should also be handled – at the same time as the others. To manage all Chores, she had a number of different piles where she tried to sort Chores in different categories, for example
- Chores she had not yet had time to do
- Chores she did not know what she should do with
- Chores that needed investigation before anything could be done with them
- Chores that were not hers, and with which she did not know what to do
- Chores that were hers, which she were not allowed to handle even though she was forced to take the responsibility
- Chores that were hers, that she would take care of when she got time
- New Chores that had gotten added, of which she was not informed how to handle
- Chores that would help other Workers with their Chores
In the end, you could not even glimpse the girl behind all towering piles, and all she could do was to try to avoid getting smashed under them.
After a while, those who lived in Work began to fall ill. Those who made Decisions in Work could not understand why. How could Workers get sick? They who had so many Chores to do? Chores were, after all, the best thing in Work?! Workers never had to have nothing to do and they never needed to think for themselves. Those who made Decisions had made sure that Workers had the best prerequisites for dealing with Chores. Lots of Chores. Continuously. Always. And despite this, Workers had the stomach to feel bad?! Unacceptable!
But, what had happened was, that those who made Decisions, had forgotten to give Workers a sense of meaning, a goal, and a higher purpose when it came to living their lives in Work. The people in Work did not feel respected. Instead, they felt like
they were treated like thoughtless critters, with little understanding of things. Who did not have the ability to develop or learn from experience. In addition, the burden of inconsistent, illogical, unexpected tasks, with so many Chores, overloaded the Brain of Workers, which made them feel even worse.
So in all this (or in the light of this), even the girl began to get sick. The girl really liked to be Effective and to be able to Finish Chores. She wanted to do good Chores and the right Chores. To get praised and be acknowledged. She wanted to be respected and listened to. But, none of this happened in Work.
One day, the girl decided that enough was enough. She would move to another country. A country where Chores were Finished. Where Efficiency lay like a shimmer over dawning summer beds. A country where those who made Decisions gave the Workers a purpose, a goal and a meaning and where Workers could feel respected. A country where there were other fellow Workers who could help with the Chores in the piles. A country that took advantage of the girl’s experience and where the girl also had the opportunity to learn new things.
The girl emigrated.
She never looked back …
…and she lived Happily ever after.
A lot of workers are living in the country of Work these days. Those who do not manage their Chores are sent to the department of Stress and Fatigue. There they stay until they can get back to Work and take care of their Chores. The department is not a fun place. Some never come back.
The girl who emigrated
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