I am trying to milk my job for everything I can learn from it, since in itself it isn’t very satisfying. Even in this insignificant retail job, I see the range of human behavior, from the people who comes back to pay for something they forgot in their carts, to the ones who try to scam with gift cards or leave containers of half-eaten food around the store. It disheartens me to observe bad behavior, and even more to realize that some of these folks were never taught that what they are doing is wrong.
Sometimes working with my colleagues is like revisiting middle school. I jockey for position, as if it matters in the long run, on any particular day, whether I “win” a power play or end up “giving in.” It doesn’t matter, except to my fragile ego, but I can let it grow to Shakespearean dramatic heights.
Experiences such as these, on this small scale, give me insight into why the world scene is so troubled. Many on the world stage are also acting out of middle-school motives, but they have the power to cause national and global crises.
That my place of employment continues to function can seem miraculous, given the mini-dramas those of us who work there can create among ourselves. That we human beings continue to exist in a world where our leaders “act out” on the world stage is an argument for the reality of grace.