Staple People.

 

It’s been a while since I blogged or sent anyone anything. I’ve been, as they say, tied up and joined the cult of busy. I’ve reached the stage where I stopped taking back my laptop because life is about standing in the office and doing scanning (part of providence job we’re involved in) daily and then doing home.

However, since its Christmas in two days, I thought I’d bash out something to tie my recent activity with Christmas. So, amidst the Christmas festivities, I usually focus on the birth of the man we’re celebrating. The man we call Jesus of Nazareth is attributed with being the source and reason for Christianity. In Islam, he is regarded as one of God’s great prophets. The Dalai Lama calls him a “Boddhisatva.” Leaving aside the subtleties of Christian theology, I believe that we need to keep reminding ourselves of what Jesus wanted.

Which brings me to the point of my current activity – scanning documents for examination. It sounds simple, but turning paper into digital is probably one of the great acts of bridging generations. In theory it sounds simple, you just run a document through a machine and hey presto, you have it in digital.

Sounds simple enough. Sounds like a “no-brainer” task, until you discover the art of wrestling with staples. I’m dealing with accounting records of a construction company, so there’s lots of paper held together by a staple and if you don’t remove a stapler, the entire process of running things into the scanner gets jammed.

 

 On the scale of things, staples are small and insignificant. They do the job of holding things together and nobody really cares about them. They’re annoying bits of metal at times but let’s face it, nobody cares – that is until you miss a hidden one and your efforts to run something through a copier and the entire process gets jammed. The staple suddenly becomes like the joke about the body parts arguing who should be boss until the “a***hole” shuts down and everyone begs the “a***hole” to open up and allow it to be the boss.

Jesus, contrary to what “prosperity theology” teaches you, spoke for the staples of society. He told us that the “least” amongst us would be the “first” in the Kingdom of heaven. Yet, despite all of that, we refuse to listen. We focus on being “important,” and climbing up in the world. We look at sucking up and spending money to impress people we deem as important whilst ignoring those we deem beneath us.

I’ve argued and still that COVID was one of the biggest missed opportunities. We’re rushing back to “normal” without understanding that “normal” was actually screwed up. Big corporate wants us back in the office and we’re so desperate to be part of big corporate that we’re rushing back to comply and be “normal.”

We want to be paper living and doing “important” sounding things and looking like we’re “up there,” which happens to be a place nobody has actually defined. We forget the lesson of COVID, which was this – when the “paper people,” (people like me sitting in an office) were less essential to our well being than the staples (people living in dormitories and clearing our crap.)

We ignore small people because, well, they’re small and we deem them as such. Yet, when they’re gone, we suddenly get jammed. Just look at the average corporation. Everyone loves the sales guys because they “bring in the money.”  Nobody cares about corporate secretarial or compliance – if anything, we find them annoying because they’re asking about this or that piece of paper. Yet, when they go, we get fines and slaps by regulators.

I’m reminded of one of my military instructors, who talked about how fighter gets avoided getting too close to infantry men because “a 30-cent bullet can damage a two-billion-dollar jet).

I get the attraction to glamour. Yet, at Christmas, I would urge all of us to remember the “little people,” or the people doing the “s*** jobs,” because the truth is, these are the guys who hold everything together for us, making our good life possible.