Crime Scene (standard:other, 1613 words)
Author: Juggernaut	Added: Nov 01 2010	Views/Reads: 2625/1697	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Self introspection of two two fictional characters

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Who am I?  For my parents, I am a proud son. For my wife, I am loving,
affectionate and kind. For my children, I am a great dad. For my 
neighbors, I am helpful and friendly. For my coworkers, I am fun to 
work with. For my friends, I am loyal and great to hang out with. For 
my boss, I am a dependable and good worker. For my fellow church goers, 
I am god fearing, spiritual and generous. But I know who I am. Do I 
have a sense of decency and fairness, hell no. Does any law of land can 
curb my personal behavior when it comes to fairness, not in a million 
years; I rationalize everything in the name of survival and personal 
prosperity. So, really who I am then? I am a mean son of a bitch or 
call me a sleaze bag or even better call me an asshole. 

PART II 

I am grateful to my broker who got this cushy job at the corporate
office; after all I know I was unqualified for the job. To my pleasant 
surprise, my bosses were idiots.  I couldn't do without my assistant.  
He managed the entire department and all the problems single handedly.  
But, then I  have to bring on-board a consulting company to overhaul 
the system, needless it may be, that's how I paid my gratitude to my 
old friends. 

It was almost three years now on the job.  Am I lucky or what, the
president of the company and the board of directors were ignorant when 
it come to science.  It was not what I know whom I know that matters. I 
don't need my assistant anymore.  It was a constant embarrassment when 
plant managers call him for solution rather than I, after all I am the 
boss.  My new policy was to allow local managers to do their own thing 
in the name of self reliance and let them outsource the work rather 
than using in-house talent.  That's how I marginalized my assistant. I 
told my assistant that he stayed in his job too long. 

When my boss asked about my assistant, I said I don't need him anymore.
Theoretically, he is doing an excellent job; I heard no complaints from 
80 odd mangers across the country; in fact they loved him.  I have seen 
correspondence from various State and Federal agencies commending his 
work. 

When time came, I told my assistant that the decision came from the top
to let go him.  When I told this, I expected that he will get upset and 
confront me with many questions. For example, he was proactive in 
implementing all the compliance rules for every plant in the country 
for several years; the company received letters of acclamation for 
compliance from outside agencies; rather than outsourcing the work, he 
did all the work to save money for the company; more importantly he 
helped me to get a grip for the first few years on my job. 

I was uncomfortable with my assistant, he was not my kind.  Sure he was
working for 15 years in the company and I came just three years ago. 
And yet, he was an outsider for me.  He will be an outsider forever. If 
he was born in this country, I couldn't touch him, what basis I have to 
let him go. In 100 year history of the company how many people at 
corporate office, how many general or plant managers were fired without 
a genuine reason? The people that were fired were good for nothing that 
got the job through backdoor or just fall guys.  But again, at the 
company there were no checks and balances to verify my decisions.   I 
have a free hand; I can do whatever I want, nobody above me has a clue. 
 When he heard my decision, he appeared calm and walked away quietly 
just like that.  Immediately, I shared this good news with my close 
buddies' at the corporate.  I felt relieved as if a ton of weight was 
lifted from my shoulders. Now nobody can second guess my work. I let 
the outside consultants to run the show.  I am digging in here for a 
long haul perhaps next 20 years or so. If I am lucky, until I kick the 
bucket. 

Who am I? For my parents, I am a proud son. For my wife, I am loving,
affectionate and kind. For my children, I am a great dad. For my 
neighbors, I am helpful and friendly. For my coworkers, I am fun to 
work with. For my friends , I am loyal and great to hang out with. For 
my boss, I am a dependable and good worker. For my fellow church goers, 
I am god fearing, spiritual and generous. But I know who I am. Do I 
have a sense of decency and fairness, hell no. Does any law of land can 
curb my personal behavior when it comes to fairness, not in a million 
years; I rationalize everything in the name of survival and personal 
prosperity. So, really who I am then? I am a mean son of a bitch or 
call me a sleaze bag or even better call me an asshole. 


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