As I don’t have children, possible repercussions of allowing one’s offspring to interact with one’s employer had escaped me until my sister Becky relayed an incident that happened last week. Her husband, my favorite brother-in-law, had to fly to Seattle with his boss and several co-workers for some business. They were all leaving from the boss’s house to drive up to the airport together. My sister had the idea that it would be nice to take the children over to say goodbye to their father. I forgot to ask her why they hadn’t said goodbye earlier at home. Suffice it to say there was my sister with her kids leaning out the window of the car (doutless trying to escape) when the middle child, who’s seven, shouted out to her father’s boss…, “When are you going to give my dad a vacation?” The boss, unfased, replied that he’d encouraged her father to take time off etc. which I suspect was a barefaced lie as he doesn’t complain when his work-o-holic employers work themselves half to death.
My sister has a truth-fairy on her hands. The condition runs in the family (I think this condition has a genetic origin – feel free to disagree). As a truth-fairy, I’ve finally come to understand that truth isn’t a zero on the mathamatical line between positive and negative numbers. Truth is a diamond that has many facets which together create something larger than we can see individually. This fascination is reflected in my writing. I love exploring the truth of situations and characters through various viewpoints.
I’m still learning when to refrain from sharing my facet of truth. As my Goblin tells me, “People don’t want to know you disagree. They don’t want to know you think their philosphy/belief/plan is stupid or wrong…they’re only asking your opinion because they want you to agree with them.” He’s right as usual, but for a truth-fairy the sharing of one’s facet of truth can be compulsive. One day I may become the proverbial wise fool who remains silent, but I suspect to reach that stage of verbal developlemt I’ll need to be in a coma. In the mean time I’ll be sharing my truth.