Thursday, December 6, 2012

We Have Laws Against That...Don't We?




As of late there has been an abundance of focused discussion, along with outright finger pointing-fault finding, on the topic of collective well being; in effect our economic well-being, and specifically, what can be done. This cloaked in a seething need to assign blame for interrupting our blissful comfort. I’ll decline the bait for the latter, since retribution is neither constructive nor helpful in the long run. Regardless, I dove into the topic for a while to wrestle out the practical merits on who should pay the bill for everyone? Where the idea of equality and equity is balanced on the razor’s edge of ‘fair share’ versus ‘earned portion’. To me, the clash of ideals rests not on ‘best policy’ but in administration. Clearly, on the merits of best for society; ending drunkenness would be a lofty goal, but then we saw what happened with Probation. Plus, I wanted to depart from the usual compare and contrast competing dogma with their passionate appeals to be convincingly the only true path. I’ve found what has been spawned from this disagreement and struggle to be ‘right’, is an underlying contempt that has grown to outright-unabashed-public-hostility. It matters little where it came from, only that it is spreading and taking on a pandemic affect on social norms of behavior and interaction. I am talking about incivility, and where more meaningful than in the place where most of us spend the greatest part of our lives; at work.



A 2011 report in USA TODAY defined workplace incivility as "a form of organizational deviance… characterized by low-intensity behaviors that violate respectful workplace norms, appearing vague as to intent to harm." The article asserts further that researchers had announced at the annual meeting of the American Psychological Association that "Workplace incivility is on the rise." I suspect this can be attributed to a growing perception of limited resources with dwindling access to them, thus stripping away our otherwise well constructed polite social veneer. Uncivil behaviors are characteristically rude and discourteous, displaying a lack of regard for others. Incivility is distinct from violence since it is oblique and subtle so easier to deflect as only joking, or, deflected as misconstrued by the recipient being too sensitive and wrongly assigning intent. As well as scoffed as minor then excused away as unintentional or consequences of irrelevant influences. Examples of workplace incivility include insulting comments, denigration of the target's work, spreading false rumors, and social isolation. I checked into this a little deeper, if anyone wants to challenge the veracity of this post I will be glad to provide my sources; as if I have to convince anyone that incivility exist? A summary of research conducted in Europe suggests that workplace incivility is common there. In research on more than 1000 U.S. civil service workers, Cortina, Magley, Williams, and Langhout (2001) found that more than 70% of their sample experienced workplace incivility in the past five years. Similarly, Laschinger, Leiter, Day, and Gilin found that among 612 staff nurses, 67.5% had experienced incivility from their supervisors and 77.6% had experienced incivility from their coworkers. In addition, they found that low levels of incivility along with low levels of burnout with an empowering work environment were significant predictors of nurses’ experiences of job satisfaction and organizational commitment. Additionally, it seems that compared to men, women were more exposed to incivility.

Incivility was associated with psychological distress and reduced job satisfaction. After conducing more than six hundred interviews with "employees, mangers, and professionals in varying industries across the United States" and collecting "survey data from an additional sample of more than 1,200 employees, managers, and professionals representing all industrial categories in the United States and Canada", researchers Christine M. Pearson and Chiristine L. Porath wrote in 2004 that "The grand conclusion: incivility does matter. Whether its costs are borne by targets, their colleagues, their organizations, their families, their friends outside work, their customers, witnesses to the interactions, or even the instigators themselves, there is a price to be paid for uncivil encounters among coworkers." Citing previous research (2000) Pearson writes that "more than half the targets waste work time worrying about the incident or planning how to deal with or avert future interactions with the instigator. Nearly 40 percent reduced their commitment to the organization; 20 percent told us that they reduced their work effort intentionally as a result of the incivility, and 10 percent of targets said that they deliberately cut back the amount of time they spent at work." 
   My concern is not that incivility is practiced, disparagingly enough, but that it’s accepted as necessary. I say no. Forty years ago blatant discrimination at work went unchallenged under the same filter of ‘what can anyone do? It’s everywhere.’ But enough people of strong conviction DID openly object to denigrating practices and eventually we now have laws to protect individuals from those abuses. When will that happen with incivility? Never, if left unchecked. 

I have a friend who is being persecuted under that mask of innocent joking. My counsel is to make as big of a fuss as possible about it. Will she win the battle of the moment? Maybe ~ maybe not, but incivility is cowardly and like all bullies their abuse only get worse and bolder when left unchallenged. Never mind all of the touchie-feelie notions that a bully is just an insecure arrested child crying out for attention. No one has the right, or even the tacit permission, to punish others for their internal delusional misgivings.

I say oppose incivility head on and loudly, and yes; Heroically . It’s the only decent thing any of us can, no, MUST, do in order to stop this wholesale violation of personal dignity. Quietly accepting it only promotes more of the same. As my son would say, "And it only ends in tears"

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

People Shouldn't Lie


Every so often I read a story that just tears at my being; and where I feel compelled to share.  Today is just the day to share this tale.
   The boys note to his local paper recounted the loss of his beloved pet.  It began with him describing their relationship
   “My kitty’s name is Toothless. When I got him I had just seen ‘How to Train a Dragon’ at the movies.  My kitty looked just like the dragon Toothless, with big green eyes and the hair around his head.  Toothless, my cat, has long, fluffy hair and sleeps on my bed and loved to play with my brother and me.  Toothless would let us carry him around all the time. He was our best friend.”
  This unfortunate story starts when Toothless disappeared from home one night. The boy and his younger brother spent the next day visiting every neighbor on the block, asking about the cat. None of the neighbors remembered seeing Toothless, so the boys' father started calling shelters.
   Soon, their father found that Toothless was being kept at one of the shelters nearby. The woman who gave the family the good news said they would have to wait until the next day to pick up Toothless due to paperwork and fees that had to be arranged. Hearing that Toothless was safe and homeward bound, the boy wrote,
   "We were so happy and we weren't scarred or worried anymore."
   It is at this point that the boy's letter to the paper takes a heart wrenching turn, as the boy explains,
   "My dad went back the next day to get our kitty, and they told him they didn't have any long-haired black cats. They only had a white fluffy cat. My dad waited a long time for the lady to come back and talk to him. The same lady that told my dad to come back the next day said she was sorry. She had forgotten to leave a note to tell the people my dad would be there for Toothless and they had just killed my cat that morning. She had just forgotten to write a note to save a member of my family. They killed him and I don't know why."
 It was later found out that the animal-hating next door neighbors had trapped Toothless and brought the cat to the shelter. They even took their disingenuous actions a step further by lying to the boys the next day when they came to ask about their missing cat.


Now the boy is left to confront the truth that adults lie and make mistakes, and sometimes those indiscretions can be almost unforgivable. As the boy  put in his surprisingly mature response to his loss,
   "Grown-ups killed my kitty, my best friend, when they weren't supposed to."
   After receiving the note from the boy the local paper confirmed the story with the shelter involved. The boy’s father says he doesn't blame the shelter for Toothless' death, but instead puts the responsibility on himself for not picking up the cat earlier.
 While the boy’s note won't bring his best friend back, it has allowed the boy to share his cat's spirit. Responding to the attention his story has received, the boy remarked,
   "I just wanted to tell people about Toothless - that I loved him. And that people shouldn't lie."

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Tuesday, another name for Monday Hangover


Some nights are just plain odd....they can deliver an antacid feeling of dread without warning.  I've deployed so many times I can't count, and those times I was in command, it seemed as if every night I would wonder if I had done enough? Did I miss something where my soldiers would have been better off if I had tried?  In all those isolated moments that spanned almost 3 decades it seems like an endless visit by unwelcomed guest who refused to be satisfied along with reticence to leaving.  I vividly recall watching Luke prepare to move to Boston. His eager anxiety was so palatable I wanted to take some of that on for myself; but of course that’s now how the portions are handed out now are they? 
   Perhaps because I knew his choice was a milestone of life.   Like a spelling bee where the limelight of now finds its target.  No more bullshit, no more delays and excuses.  Deliver!  Can't even say "Or not" It is not an option; the crowd has thinned and the finger is pointing as the name announces, "Your turn"
   Performance anxiety?  Ah, heck, let me dig for labels....'king of personal destiny?'  Just the tempest of things that can be done, do I want to do? Along with how will all of this pan out?  Who hasn’t tried to second guess the unwritten future?  Do I masquerading in my own life even now?  Challenged to live without the comfort of having someone nearby to ask? Or to point to as reason for delaying action?  The armor of a parent is that actions can be said to be taken for the welfare of the 'family.' It relieves the need for an individual to croak out what it is they personally want.  Grown to be unfamiliar with the clarity and brevity of actions impacting only one person; self.
 Eager to get my hands on something new?
   Sure, like driving to Disneyland bouncing on the seat with childlike excitement.  But subtle is the good-bye to something I've grown comfortable with, even if it is something I’ve abandoned; left to gather dust in an obscure corner of my home.  The security of knowing it is ready when I am somehow perpetuates my delusion where I have to get ready to leave; when all I really must do
 Is let go.