magnets are magical, but not that magical

At work, we have nametags. They’re magnets, naturally, because nobody was pleased about the idea of poking holes in all their nice work clothes to accomodate a pin-back nametag. And yes, magnets are magical.

But not quite as magical as our new summer!intern thinks they are. (Not the same as our confusing!intern, who I now have to remind myself not to snap at every time she starts a sentence with ‘Excuse me.’) Summer!intern just finished his first year of college, but apparently did not have a class on magnets. This was our exchange on his first day:

Summer!intern: “Oh man, that keeps happening!”
Me: “What?”

Summer!intern: “I pull my name tag off, and the back of it falls down my shirt!”
Me: “…”

(Because, well, yeah. If you separate the magnets, they’re going to succumb to gravity, right? And it’s not like we haven’t all dropped the magnet back at some point without meaning to. I’m just not sure anyone’s ever been *surprised* by it before.)

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I call it “management” (in quotes)

Against all odds, I am apparently a manager at my workplace. Here, recorded for posterity and possibly as a warning for future generations, is my leadership style, encapsulated into one simple sentence:

THE ONLY THING I LIKE LESS THAN BEING IN CHARGE IS WHEN SOMEONE ELSE IS IN CHARGE.

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