There’s a lot of unfamiliar faces around my office these days. We’ve got a whole gaggle of interns ready to spend the Summer learning all about the radio industry.
There’s probably 10 to 12 of them. I’m trying to learn all of their names but so far have only gotten a couple to stick in my brain.
Today I needed a little help from one of them since my regular Friday helper was on vacation. I walked up to a group of interns sitting around and said, “Want to learn something new? I need help with something that’s simple, tedious, and boring. It requires attention to detail and is extremely important. Who wants to help?”
A few of them looked around at each other. A few didn’t look up from their laptop. I was about to say, “Don’t everyone jump at once,” but before I had the chance one guy raised his hand and said, “I’ll do it.”
He was a quick study, asking questions about the task I entrusted to him and taking notes with the answers I gave. In just a few minutes he was on his own getting things done.
There were two things I took away from this experience. I was surprised that only one intern jumped at the chance to work with someone new and learn something new from them. In my mind, they were squandering away a great opportunity.
I was also impressed with the young man for volunteering for a project that I described exactly as it was; very boring and very important. Because of his initiative, I know he can (and should) be trusted with greater, more interesting tasks.
He made a name for himself… and I learned it… and committed it to memory. He’ll be my “go-to” guy the next time I need help and I’ll go out of my way to teach him some other things.
Driving home tonight I thought about the situation and about how the little things matter. I was reminded of Matthew 25:23 (AMP).
His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful and trustworthy over a little, I will put you in charge of many things; share in the joy of your master.’
As a parent, you’re constantly looking for ways to motivate your kids. Sometimes rewards work. Other times that motivation can come in the way of fear.
When I was younger my parents used fear in the form of a can of pork and beans. The threat went like this: if I got a detention in school my supper would be a can of pork and beans. I hated them growing up.
It was effective because I never got a detention. The closest I ever got was in middle school band. Probably 6th grade. The entire trumpet section got a group detention. I was nervous to tell my parents but made the case that it wasn’t my fault so I shouldn’t be held accountable.
Apparently, I did a good job presenting my argument because I got what the rest of my family had for supper that night.
By the way, my aversion to pork and beans is gone. I realized about 15 years ago that my tastes had changed and that I didn’t mind pork and beans.
It was on a guys week away horseback riding with my father-in-law and brothers-in-law in South Dakota. Our evening meals consisted of grilled meat and beans. On the second night, I thought, “I should try pork and beans. See if I like them now.”
Turns out they weren’t bad. Still not my most favorite, but I don’t mind a serving every once in awhile. Especially with a burger or BBQ.
Once I realized that I could eat beans I set out to try them more often. I found out my absolute favorite beans are my aunt’s homemade baked beans. They’re delicious and I’d happily eat them anytime. They’re a favorite of my youngest daughter’s too! I need to get that recipe to add to my collection.
What food would’ve kept you from getting a detention?