Sunday 24 June 2018

What Makes a Good employee

What MalesA  Good   Employee


First let’s consider what a good employee looks like. While one can get into a lengthy and varied set of attributes, I would like to suggest that all those traits of a good employee can be summed up with the impression that the employer or the business would be worse off if the employee left, whether for health considerations or an exciting offer to work somewhere else. 
The person to be hired needs to have a clear knowledge of what they are expected to do. Simple. Yes, but it also means that new requirements are not added later. If circumstances change and responsibilities need to be added, then the worker needs to benefit in some way––more flexible hours, improved medical or pension benefits, a promotion. If you want to be a vehicle that has features beyond the basics, you must pay extra for those features. The same is true for an employee. If you want more than what was bargained for in the beginning, then something needs to be offered. At this point I may sound like a union negotiator. You may have already guessed an important factor in having a good employee is having a good employer. What trait(s) must the employee have?
First, the person to be hired must want, not just need, the job. Needs like money for food, shelter and clothes are the first thing that most employer’s salaries meet. A good employee needs to be able to find joy at work. Without that passion the worker will be inclined to do only what is required. To a person without a passion, work is a means to pleasure. There’s little desire to do a little extra for a customer or the employer. 
The duties of a job may not always energize a person. Who could love serving customers in a cafĂ©? Jill, the protagonist, in my novel, Baggage burdens. shows how that it is possible. Jill is not the kind of person who loves to create an eye-pleasing, pallet-tantalizing servings for customers. However, her employer leaves her the freedom to change or add new items to the menu to please customers. The customers’ thanks or word-of-mouth-praise makes Jill’s work at the Prezchuck’s Bakery Plus a joy. What is of greater significance to Jill is that Mary, her employer, treats Jill as a good friend, and at times like a member of her family. That unconditional acceptance makes the prospect of Jill quitting almost impossible. 
While Ed, Mary’s husband and co-owner of Prezchuck’s Bakery Plus, was at first skeptical of Jill, his early employee performance review of her work shows the results of a good employer and a worker who finds joy in serving. 


One afternoon at the end of the day, Mary locks the door as Jill cleans up. Ed calls out to Jill, “When you’re finished, I’d like you to join Mary and me at the table.” While Ed often helps at the busy noon hour, he rarely remains to the end of the day. His unusual presence at closing time worries Jill.
“Shall I bring some cups?” asks Jill, thinking that Ed is joining Mary and her for their usual cup of tea and review of the day. 
“Not today,” responds Mary. Jill sits down at the table, concerned that someone has complained about her service. Ed sits directly across from her, and Mary is to his right.
“I’d like to talk to you about your performance review,” begins Ed.
“Performance review?” Jill hides her hands under the table, squeezing them tightly. This isn’t fair. I haven’t had time to prepare myself. You’ve likely been considering this for some time. She looks at Ed’s shirt pocket to avoid his eyes. 
“After three months, many businesses do a performance review. It’s a little early for yours, but I don’t expect much to change in the next couple of weeks.”
Detecting Jill’s concern, Mary interrupts, “Relax, Jill. I think you’ll be very happy with what Ed has to say. Relax.” Jill looks at Mary’s always smiling face, then at Ed’s.
“I’d like to start by saying we can’t be happier with your work at the bakery. You’ve exceeded my expectations.” 
Jill smiles. Her hands, still under the table, relax. “You know customers not only by their names but as individuals. They like that. It brings them back again and again. They kind of feel like they’re coming home.”
“Mary’s a good teacher.”
“And you’re a good student,” adds Mary.
“Your personality even attracts new younger customers. It’s responsible for this fall’s income surpassing last year’s. Also, you’ve been helping a little on the baking end and the preparing of soups even though it isn’t in your job description. I’ve had many compliments about new sandwiches that you’ve added to the menu. Customers mistakenly think it’s my idea.”
Jill recalls Olsen’s five-year-old Tommy. He refused to accept the soup of the day, homemade potato-parsley soup. Bertha Olsen, his mother, was becoming frustrated and embarrassed with her son’s uncooperative behavior. Shushing was in vain. 
“You probably prefer a sandwich, hey?” Jill had interrupted. 
Tommy’s face lit up. Without waiting to be asked what kind, he blurted out, “Peanut butter and jam.” Table laughter erased the tension.
“I can do that,” responded Jill happily. And so the grapevine started. One could request a sandwich from Jill that wasn’t on the menu.
“Finally, you agreed to serve and help clean up at some evening special event parties.”
The first special event was the Peterson fiftieth anniversary, a family gathering. Since she’d finished reading her book, she expected her evening would be boring. There was nothing on the television that night, so she volunteered to be the server. She was surprised to learn that Ed paid for her work. That was bonus!she thought.
“Until you came, that full load always fell on Mary’s shoulders. Sometimes we pressured Ben to help. We felt guilty about cutting into his social life, so we tried to avoid it as much as possible. Thankfully, you’ve changed that!” 
Surprise shows on Jill’s face. 
Mary cuts in. “You remember the Fosson’s thirtieth wedding anniversary?” 
Jill nods. 
“Ben came to me to ask if I’d need any help serving. He never did that before!”
Jill recalls Ben and her serving and cleaning up together. The event was the second time Mary wasn’t able to serve. Ben and Jill received such a large tip that they used it to go out to the Norseman Restaurant the following weekend to celebrate their good fortune. It was a wonderful time.
“Hiring you is like getting a double bonus, you know. We are not only getting extra help but willing help,” continues Mary. “I really appreciate it. I really do.”
“And I understand you and Ben are handling the Tollisand party this weekend,” adds Ed. “Apparently, Ben arranged the whole thing. He also arranged the two previous parties. It’s like he’s becoming our booking agent.”
“Yes,” says Jill. “Ben checks with me first to confirm this place is available before he speaks with someone.” Jill’s pleased she is contributing to the extra business for the bakery. The tips she receives builds a sizeable savings account, something Jill never had before.


haiku capsule:
finding joy at work
friend-like boss, customers’ praises
a happy worker
                                                                              
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Sunday 17 June 2018

An Inspiration

An   Inspiration 


It is hard not to admire a person who you see as kind, courteous, an individual of principal who stands up for his or her beliefs even if it means suffering in the end. When I caught a glimpse of such a rare person, I found I had to keep my eye out for that person to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Do such quality individuals really exist? The woman I observed turned out to be what I had hoped, but only in the company of certain kinds of people. I couldn’t help desiring to try to uncap this bottled genie. The loss of her vibrancy could diminish the quality of life of the group that she lives and works in. Who can’t want to help a beautiful bird with an injured wing, a whimpering pup, a lonely purring kitten? And so her flashes of gracious loving humanity led to me to discovering what hobbled this special person.
In my novel, Baggage burdens. I’ve named this woman Jill. 
I wonder, do her caring actions below motivate you to know more about her. Do her actions stir you to want to help her be free of the shackles that at times inhibit her true self?

“He said he wouldn’t drink anymore!” Jill’s outburst erupts as she fails to contain her fury. 
Her mother doesn’t respond. Righteous anger forces the seventeen-year-old to her feet to face her father. 
“He’d better go downstairs and call his AA buddy.” Jill summons her courage, then advances, intent to demonstrate her conviction and redirect her father downstairs.
Alice scrambles after her angry daughter. “Jill, don’t.”
“Don’t what? That was the deal. He said if he ever comes home drunk again, we could tell him he had to call his AA buddy. We could remind him of it. He agreed to that. Remember?” The volume of her voice rises.
Jill advances again toward the top of the stairs, planning to meet her father before he reaches the top step. Before she can act, her mother’s objection interrupts.
“Yes, but …” 
Jill wheels around and faces her mother. “But what?”
Alice fails to explain how Jill’s provocative voice could ignite an emotional explosion and possibly a violent confrontation. The frustrated growling from the porch announces an intoxicated struggle to get out of outside clothes. 
“Let me talk to him. Please go to your room.” Alice’s pleading voice weakens Jill’s resolve.
Grumbling continues to bounce off the porch walls.
“Let me help you,” insists the indignant girl. “We have to stand up to him. We’re stronger together.”

Jill sees a church bulletin announcement that excites her. She goes online and reads the topics for the weeklong conference. After studying the general sessions and afternoon and early evening special sessions, she checks off several. A day is set aside for touring, so Jill reviews the Chicago tourist sites. She tells no one that she is considering the conference. Other mothers who aren’t as involved with their families probably need and want this opportunity more, she rationalizes.
Sunday, a week before the deadline, Gloria Brewster, the Sunday school superintendent, encourages Jill to apply. “Your involvement in church and homeschooling demonstrates you have a high value for family and church life. Such commitment ensures you’ll find valuable ideas to bring back,” urges Gloria. “Give it a shot. What do you have to lose?” 
Monday afternoon when Julie joins Jill for their regular workout in the basement, Jill asks, “Do you really think I have a chance? I mean, shouldn’t such an opportunity go to someone who is not that involved in the church? You know, to encourage more participation?” 
Julie’s response is immediate. “I think the church wants to support someone who is a doer, who will take what they learn at the conference and make use of it. That fits you to a tee. You teach Sunday school and organize the Vacation Bible School first thing in July. You’re also on the fundraising committee for the Wellness Center. And didn’t you get Amber to submit a painting for the silent auction last year?”
“Actually, the last three years,” corrects Jill.
“See what I mean? You involve your children in the church too. That’s wonderful! I’ll bet that’s exactly who they are looking for.” 
“I don’t know,” begins Jill.
“Speaking of involving your children, you also have Amber participating in the community drama club. And didn’t Sarah accept a small part in the summer play?
When Teeters Totter, yes. But it was such a small part,” answers Jill.
“Doesn’t matter. You invite others in to participate. That’s the important thing.”

 haiku capsule:
a loving mother
moral, outspoken woman
backbone of a home
                                                                              
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Sunday 10 June 2018

STRETCHED EXPECTATIONS

STRETCHED   EXPECTATIONS 


When I taught an economics course in senior high school one of the concepts debated was managing your expectations. The proposition was the key to a good quality of life is limiting your expectations.The affirmative side defined “limiting” as expectations that were achievable without undue stress on family or personal life. While a small degree to stretching is good for growth and development, too much could cause major trouble––an elastic band that breaks when over stretched. The problem is when is one’s reach too great for one’s grasp. A reaching-measuring stick might be when one sacrifices something of greater value than the strived for goal. The problem is who takes the time to do those evaluations. I say “those” because the evaluations should be made on an ongoing basis. Unexpected obstacles can arise and increase stress and thus lower quality of life. 
Committing to a goal is not usually subject to conditions.You commit or you don’t. Also, after a major amount of time, energy and /or money has been spent, dropping the desired goal becomes much more difficult. Then expectations are easily overstretched. Tensions rise. Arguments, fights, marriage breakups or quitting of a job happens. There goes a good quality of life.
In my novel, Baggage burdens. expectations stretch in the married life of Jill and Joseph. When do expectations become too great? What early stress signs are there that suggest that the couple should evaluate continuing to pursue their dreams? I say “should” because the couple didn’t do evaluations. Tensions did rise. 
I would suspect that most people would not catch those early warning signs. I suspect that will be true of the readers of the novel too. With this heads-up, will you catch any of those signs that the writer planted?

Once Thomas sees his children are busy playing, he announces his good news. He’s landed a bathroom renovation job in Camrose. The work involves moving old main-floor bathroom fixtures to a new basement suite. He asks Joseph if he would be willing to help. 
Joseph hesitates. He still has to finish Jill’s new dresser so it will be ready by Valentine’s Day, and there’s the extra two chairs. Even if he had no work, he’d prefer curling up on the loveseat before the fireplace in the evening with Jill. 
Jill whispers that she sees they can use the extra money to buy new dinnerware. Joseph’s everyday dishes were scavenged from three different sets. She tells him she’s reluctant to serve company with their present dinnerware. 
Seeing the hopeful look in both Thomas and Jill’s eyes convinces Joseph to accept. It’s possible to work in Camrose all day and at Thomas’s at night. 
After two weeks of working on the renovation project, Thomas tells Joseph he has another contract. He asks Joseph to work on it too. Joseph chooses not to tell Jill. While Jill doesn’t complain that he often returns home after she has gone to bed, Joseph misses being with her.

Joseph waits while Jill brings her laptop. Her presentation begins with the thrills she knows will excite the children. Hoping they’ll stay a whole week in Anaheim, she shows other highlights—Universal Studios, the Pirate Dinner, the Medieval Times Dinner, the San Diego Zooand Safari Park and Sea World in San Diego. She eyes Joseph, trying to gauge his reaction. Without a word, she slides the screen in front of him and studies his reaction.
 “I suppose after Christmas they can put together some kind of scrapbook of their research so they can have the same thrill you had. It would be a great way of extending their excitement.”
“You mean we can go!” Jill had prepared a list of several reasons why he should agree, at least for going to Disneyland. 
“It is expensive, but I think I could save up enough money for the trip. If I’m short, I might have to take a few extra jobs in the winter, but I should be able to do it.”
“That’s wonderful!”
“Of course, that’ll mean I won’t be home a few more evenings.”
“I can make a PowerPoint presentation for the kids or maybe burn the highlights of the trip on a DVD.” Jill’s excitement prevents her from catching Joseph’s last words. 
“You don’t mind?”
“Don’t mind what?”
“Me working more evenings?”
“Oh no. We’ll have a wonderful holiday.”
A frown momentarily crosses Joseph’s face. He turns around and goes to the cupboard for a glass of water. 
She can’t see his disappointment. He takes his time drinking his glass of water.

Disney memories captured on Jill’s camera magically appear and lazily float to the ground like large paper snowflakes. 
Sarah sits on Minnie’s knee. Amber plants a kiss on Mickey’s cheek. Matt sneaks behind Pluto and pulls his tail. Jill freezes the moment where Sarah and Amber dash up the Space Mountain Fast Pass lane. 
They’re more excited about their fourth ride than the first.
Matt and Joseph pose wearing Mickey Mouse T-shirts. Amber, Sarah, and Jill do the same modeling Mini Mouse tops and ears. When Matt and Joseph show off their sweatshirt, Joseph fails to smile. His “we need to watch our spending” has no effect. Jill silenced his objection by reminding him that he can earn a little extra spending money by accepting Bill’s request to build his basement bathroom.

 haiku capsule:
Managing my dreams
Do I gain more than I lose?
Trait of a good life
                                                                              
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