Who Moved My Cheese?
Today we're super-busy at work, on of the busiest weeks this year, so naturally my first thought was: Time to make a blog entry!
Hopefully the above statement will not someday be read back to me during an Employee Review session. That would be awkward.
Anyway, I just had to report on the scandal here at work this morning: a giant wheel of Brie has gone missing. Where's Nancy Drew when you need her?
You see, we're in the process of organizing something called a Spring Fair (I work for a school). One of the few clown-free activities (don't ask) is a silent auction, where we sell stuff that companies or people have donated. Yesterday, a box of cheese arrived, perhaps under armed guard. We're talking expensive cheeses (did I mention it's a French school?). The kind of cheeses that are made by aescetic monks in the Pyreenées who have devoted their lives to coddling the curdling of the milk of pygmy sheep, as a pathway to God (that's what they get for giving up sex, but nevermind). In short, these people are more into cheese than the people who go see "Tony and Tina's Wedding" off-Broadway.
But anyway. A wheel of cheese - and no ordinary wheel - was stolen. How will the executives react? I think we can turn to Spencer Johnson, author of Who Moved My Cheese, to try to see the lesson in this challenge.
From Amazon.com: "Change can be a blessing or a curse, depending on your perspective. The message of Who Moved My Cheese? is that all can come to see it as a blessing, if they understand the nature of cheese and the role it plays in their lives."
Boy, sounds like a lesson for those monks. Not to mention the French in general. Or, specifically, the people getting upset over the stolen cheese. Instead, we should just see it all as a metphor and get over it.
I personally think this is just one more piece of evidence that our planet really is a research colony for some vastly more intelligent, albeit deeply disturbed, life forms. Some peon in the interstellar version of a Ph.D. program "introduced," say, reality TV shows into our living environment, and is studying our reaction. I hope he or she or It will at least get tenure out of it...
Hopefully the above statement will not someday be read back to me during an Employee Review session. That would be awkward.
Anyway, I just had to report on the scandal here at work this morning: a giant wheel of Brie has gone missing. Where's Nancy Drew when you need her?
You see, we're in the process of organizing something called a Spring Fair (I work for a school). One of the few clown-free activities (don't ask) is a silent auction, where we sell stuff that companies or people have donated. Yesterday, a box of cheese arrived, perhaps under armed guard. We're talking expensive cheeses (did I mention it's a French school?). The kind of cheeses that are made by aescetic monks in the Pyreenées who have devoted their lives to coddling the curdling of the milk of pygmy sheep, as a pathway to God (that's what they get for giving up sex, but nevermind). In short, these people are more into cheese than the people who go see "Tony and Tina's Wedding" off-Broadway.
But anyway. A wheel of cheese - and no ordinary wheel - was stolen. How will the executives react? I think we can turn to Spencer Johnson, author of Who Moved My Cheese, to try to see the lesson in this challenge.
From Amazon.com: "Change can be a blessing or a curse, depending on your perspective. The message of Who Moved My Cheese? is that all can come to see it as a blessing, if they understand the nature of cheese and the role it plays in their lives."
Boy, sounds like a lesson for those monks. Not to mention the French in general. Or, specifically, the people getting upset over the stolen cheese. Instead, we should just see it all as a metphor and get over it.
I personally think this is just one more piece of evidence that our planet really is a research colony for some vastly more intelligent, albeit deeply disturbed, life forms. Some peon in the interstellar version of a Ph.D. program "introduced," say, reality TV shows into our living environment, and is studying our reaction. I hope he or she or It will at least get tenure out of it...
posted by Marguerite at 6:57 AM
2 Comments:
Well, I for one am outraged that someone stole the brie. Whatever could be next? The guyére? Or even the roquefort? I shudder to think of the future, and if I believed in God I'd pray for your little French children.
Après moi, le gruyere... (apologies to Bonaparte)
What IS this world coming to when a wheel of extremely expensive cheese is no longer safe to linger in an unrefrigerated box in the hallways of a school? Sheeesh.
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