So, apparently, I’m considered a “motivator” at work, who is “results-oriented, emotional, and not a team player.” And, the best part is…I didn’t even need my boss or fellow co-workers to define me as such. I figured it all out myself, in the matter of minutes, after participating in some stupid “defining work personalities/who I am” activity at a recent work motivational seminar. This kind of exercise immediately got my mind racing about the whole concept of labeling people.
It’s been going on for years. Defining who a person is; categorizing their role in life; and hell, even basing people’s love prospects based upon if they use salt more often than pepper, has really gotten out of control. I don’t know 100% for sure, but I’ll blame psychologists. Why not, right? After all, I’m pretty damn certain that there’s not a psychologist in the world that’s reading THIS blog.
Anyway, psychologists are regularly charged with asking people questions to help unveil some inner, deep, dark secret. Their mission is to discover something about you. After all you’re paying them $75 an hour. They ask you what your favorite kind of nut is and your answer is that you like mixed nuts. The psychologists’ diagnosis? Because you didn’t mention one nut in particular, you’re labeled as an indecisive person, who harbors some repressed childhood memories, which clearly means you’re a poor decision-maker.
This kind of labeling practice has worked its way into the workplace. Employers now hire professional consultants to facilitate trainings to help co-workers understand the different work personalities in the office. By understanding each other, we’re supposed to be able to better interact and ultimately increase production. To which I say – get the hell out of here! Just because I answered that I like the color blue over the color, orange, doesn’t define who I am. I don’t care if all the charts in the world say that people who select blue are “generally kind-hearted, good listeners, and productive.” You know what it means? I like the color blue. Period.
I’m a good listener because I have to be. I’m productive because I want to get paid money. I’m kind-hearted because if I weren’t, my parents would beat me. (And, I’m much older now and I’m still scared of my parents).
Maybe, just maybe, we shouldn’t over-analyze folks. Let’s keep the psychologists and tarot card readers out of the workplace. Let them dedicate their time to the mentally-ill people who need their attention. After all, maybe if the doctors had focused more on a person like Jeffrey Dohmer, we could have prevented him from enjoying his sharp tongue and cold shoulder lunches.
Last I checked – actions speak louder than words. I mean, how people act is a pretty compelling argument about their character. No matter what that supposed “leader” at work does, if they do something to piss me off, they’re not leading me anywhere.
And, with all this having been said, my boss is conducting my annual review just next week. I can’t wait to hear HER “diagnosis.”
To me, Social Networking is equivalent to the fairy tale, “The Emperor’s New Clothes.” Much like the Emperor’s “invisible clothes” in which he exposes his wares, the various social networking sites allow/influence people to expose themselves as well, which is why I find the whole phenomenon both fascinating and dumbfounding. Now, before I continue writing more, let me confess that I don’t understand/loathe the social networking concept. I’ve never used any of the social networking sites, but am very familiar with their functionality.