HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1997-10-08, Page 5THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 8,1997. PAGE 5.
The
The good side
of getting fired
The trouble with unemployment is
that the minute you wake up in the
morning, you're on the job.
Slappy White
Ever been fired? I don't mean downsized,
dehired, streamlined or any of the other
weasel euphemisms currently in vogue. I'm
talking about flat-out, in your face, slam
dunk canned. Where somebody with a bigger
desk than yours looks you in the eye and tell
you, "We Don't Want You to Work Here
Anymore."
I have. No one could call it a pleasant
experience, getting fired. It's hard on your
wallet and on your self-esteem. It's been 25
years since my old boss Stricker in the Globe
and Mail advertising department called me
into his office and ominously closed the door
behind me.
I remember now that everybody in the
office was looking studiously down at their
desk as I disappeared into the inner sanctum.
They already knew what I was about to learn.
A quarter of a century and I can still feel the
humiliation.
No hard feelings, mind you. Stricker was
absolutely right to fire me. As a newspaper
advertising salesman I was a total disaster.
Each workday morning I'd exit the Globe
and Mail office with my fellow salesmen.
Like button-down lemmings we'd march out
■international Scene
Getting rid of
garbage
I recently read in the Watford Guide
Advocate that the town was charging its
residents for the service of taking away
garbage. I would presume that there are other
municipalities that also levy a charge, but the
majority still take it away free; that is, the
cost of getting ride of it is supported by
taxation.
At any rate the economics of doing it one
way or the other has caught the attention of
two American economists who have been
studying the situation very carefully over the
past year. Their findings are interesting in
that, like many other situations, they are not
what you might think.
Under the "free" situation it does not
matter how much you put out; it is taken
away without any additional charge. Yet, the
cost to the taxpayer does not remain the
same. If people put out much more garbage,
it costs the municipality extra to get rid of it,
either in wages, additional equipment or
landfill sites.
The logical solution would be to give each
household two free bags of garbage; anything
over that would have to be paid for. This
would, it is assumed, force people to throw
out less and recycle more. It did not quite
of the office, briefcases at our side to "make
calls" on prospective customers.
Actually, we usually slipped around the
corner and into a greasy spoon where we
sipped bad coffee and told worse jokes.
Then about quarter to ten we'd all straighten
our ties, check our shoeshines, grab our
briefcases and hit the pavement.
The other guys went off to make their calls
just as good salesmen are supposed to.
I pretended to be doing the same thing but
after a furtive glance or two, I strolled a few
blocks to a poolroom where I shot eight ball
until the movie houses opened.
Or I went to the YMCA and ran laps on the
indoor track. Or checked my briefcase in a
bus station locker and wandered around the
museum.
Anything but sell advertising. I hated
selling.
It couldn't go on of course, and it didn’t.
After just a few weeks my dismal
performance came to the attention of my
boss and the rest was history. As was I.
And it's taken 25 years for me to realize
that getting fired was one of the best things
that ever happened to me. Because imagine if
I’d turned out to be a hotshot — or even a
mediocre — salesman? Chances are I would
have stayed in that line of work.
Chances are I'd be selling ad space today.
And still hating every moment of it.
Besides, it turns out that getting fired can
be a good sign. A story this week in (oh,
sweet irony) the Globe and Mail notes that
some of the great figures in history got the
sack on their way up.
Albert Einstein was unceremoniously fired
By Raymond Canon
turn out that way.
The two economists studied the effects of a
scheme introduced in Charlottesville, VA, a
city of about 40,000 people. Residents had to
buy stickers, each worth 80 cents, and only
bags with the stickers on them were taken
away.
Right away it became apparent that the 80
cents did not even cover the administration
costs. It did certainly reduce the number of
bags of garbage put out - by 37 per cent, but
much of this was put down to what was
called the "Seattle stomp."
If you are puzzled as I was about this
expression, it refers to the city of Seattle
which also introduced garbage pricing.
However, it was noticed that this pricing was
accompanied by people cramming more
rubbish in each bag, about 40 per cent more.
When the garbage was weighed, it was found
that the true reduction was 14 per cent, not
37 per cent as indicated above.
Also discovered was something which can
be described as illegal dumping. Some
households stopped putting any garbage out
and this, the economists calculated, probably
accounted for about one-third of the 14 per
cent reduction mentiofied above.
What also happened was that some people
decided to dump their garbage illegally rather
than have to pay for it. While the exact
amount of such activity is hard to measure,
the economists calculated from the number
as a young man.
Thomas Edison was too. Henry Ford got
the hook. Even late-night yapper David
Letterman and diminutive sex guru-ess Ruth
Westheimer each got pink slips before they
got famous.
Makes sense when you think about it.
You can't put a size 10 foot in a size eight
shoe. People who are unhappy in their work
are going to do a lousy job.
And bosses are always on the lookout for
people doing lousy jobs.
In the selling game, lousy performance
shows up pretty quickly. I also remember
now how my colleagues, the other salesmen,
lived in dread of "the monthly roundup".
That's when Sales Manager Stricker toted
up all the advertising space that had been
sold, and by whom, and handed out
congratulations to the hotshots.
And a private closed-door, one-on-one
'chat' to the also-rans.
Nobody wanted one of those 'chats'. And
the fear of them gave rise to a paranoid
hatred of Sales Manager Stricker.
I still remember one morning in the coffee
shop, six or seven of us sitting around
waiting to start the day of 'making calls'. The
talk turned, as it often did, to What I'll Do
When I Win The Lottery.
Ronnie, one of the quieter ones, surprised
us all by saying, "The day after I win the
lottery, I'm coming down to the office and
I'm gonna pee all over Stricker's desk."
Everybody laughed. Everybody except
Danny.
"Not me," said Danny. "I plan to hire
someone to do it for me."
of households who no longer put out any
garbage that the illegal dumping made up
about one-third of any reduction.
Spurred on by their discoveries, the two
economists carried out a second study. One
conclusion they came to was that price does
reduce the weight of garbage but not by
much. On average, a 10 per cent increase in
sticker prices led to a three per cent reduction
in garbage.
They expected that charging people to
remove garbage might lead to a greater level
of recycling. This did not prove to be the
case at all; encouraging people to recycle and
having the necessary bins for such purposes
could do the job just as well.
All this is not to say that charging to
remove garbage is counter-productive, say
the economists. Picking up garbage for
nothing is arguably too cheap.
However, the seemingly simple policy of
introducing a charge for such a service lead
to results that are frequently rather complex,
not to mention unexpected.
All this leads to one of my favourite dicta
in the classroom. There is no such thing as a
perfectly positive economic measure.
A Final Thought
Slop living on Grumble Comer and move
to Thanksgiving Street.
It takes a professional
It turned out, I suppose, to be a complete
waste of my time.
It was going to be a quiet evening the
other night as I got into 'comfies' and settled
in to watch a movie I had taped earlier that
day. It was a suspense story, that for two
hours would serve no other purpose than to
hold my attention, no other goal than prepare
for a satisfying conclusion.
Thus, imagine my dissatisfaction when the
movie stopped and began to rewind. I had
run out of tape before the ending.
Time is valuable today and I think you'd
agree that filling it with nothing to show at
the end is frustrating. To be left with the
feeling that you've missed something, that
all the time spent was for naught, just isn't
any fun.
So imagine if you will the thousands of
young unemployed teachers out there. These
people spent years aquiring the knowledge
they were told they must have. They
sacrificed social time, family time and
perhaps even gainful employment, to take
the path their heart was set on. They gave
endless hours of hard work and study to
achieve the certification that made them
qualified to educate today's youth.
And now, with the job done, they find they
don't have one. And if the provincial
government has its way, you have to begin
to wonder if they ever will. Physical
education, computer-related courses and
technical studies are just some of the areas,
where Bill 160 would allow non-teaching
professionals into the classrooms. This is
obviously going to mean fewer jobs out
there for those already unemployed
educators.
Perhaps there are some places for the
talents of non-teachers to be utilized, but
quite frankly I can't believe it's in classrooms
of 30-some kids. (Which Mr. Snobelen, is a
little closer to the average size than the 22
you have mentioned). A computer expert
may have the technological wizardry, but
what does he know about the phsychology of
young minds? What would he understand of
the ability for children to be cruel, to be
unfocussed, to be depressed? And what will
he think when he's faced with a roomful of
rambunctious kids who would rather be
anywhere than where they are?
Could local sport figures teach phys ed, I
wonder? Now, while I find myself inundated
with limitless examples (??) I go on the
record saying that the day a former hockey
coach comes in to teach my kids, is the day I
finally say that phys ed should no longer be
compulsory.
I've got to think that the only MPPs who
could possibly vote in favour of this have no
children in school. If they do — what the
heck are they thinking?
Educating the future is not something you
play around with. Government perhaps
needs another reminder that they are
employees of the people. In good faith we
elect the people we believe will do the right
thing. For this government to suggest they or
anyone else knows more about education
than those in the field shows an arrogance
that’s terrifying.
Teachers aren't all perfect. A few don't use
their prep time properly. A few make more
money than they deserve for the job they do.
But ultimately, when it comes to teaching
they're among the best we've got. They are,
after all, the trained professionals.