My bosses are trying out a new system to encourage their workers. They made a huge cloth racetrack and hung it on one of the walls, and all us employees get a little matchbox car with some velcro stuck on the bottom. If we reach certain individual goals at work, we get assigned points, and then we can advance our respective car that much farther down the track.
If I were a 6 year old boy, then this would be incredibly exciting and effective.
The thinly veiled contempt behind this ploy is incredible. I am an adult, and I work with adults, and management is passing out matchbox cars and hanging up colorful racetracks like we’re in a first grade classroom.
I have no doubt that my lack of enthusiasm about this endeavor, coupled with my inability to work overtime due to my school schedule will mean that I’ll finish towards the tail end of the pack. I don’t have a problem with this, as I refuse to allow myself to be motivated in such an insulting manner.
And anyway, my last day of work here will be on August 1st. I’m happy to work here, and I appreciate what this job has facilitated in my life. But I’m starting to look for my own checkered flag.