{"id":4672,"date":"2015-07-23T09:00:33","date_gmt":"2015-07-23T15:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/minkhollow.ca\/beckerblog\/?p=4672"},"modified":"2015-07-19T10:34:46","modified_gmt":"2015-07-19T16:34:46","slug":"valuing-a-job-well-done","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/minkhollow.ca\/beckerblog\/2015\/07\/23\/valuing-a-job-well-done\/","title":{"rendered":"Valuing a Job Well Done"},"content":{"rendered":"Approximate Reading Time: <\/span> < 1<\/span> minute<\/span><\/span>

You know how chance or fleeting encounters with people who cross your path can sometimes leave a lasting impression? The man who drove the forklift at the local feed store has become a symbol in our household. He is a reminder that pride in one’s work is something to respect and to strive for – REGARDLESS of the nature of the work.<\/p>\n

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\"gargoyle1_wm\"<\/a>I have a farm – with animals. This means that I need to buy feed for my animals on a regular basis. For a number of years we bought our feed at the nearby Co-Op feed mill. I would back my truck up to the loading dock doors, go into the office, place my order, and by the time I got back to my truck the feed was neatly loaded into my truck. It was always right, and the counts were always exact (I would buy 20-40 bags at a time). The guy who loaded the bags into my truck used to drive around the warehouse at breakneck speeds on his forklift. His speeds were such that if he miscalculated even a little, he would crash into something. He never did. He was GOOD. He was also happy, friendly, and polite. ALWAYS. This job helped pay his bills and he appreciated that. And I always left feeling happier for having talked to him. He taught me (and I passed this on to my kids) that people who take pride in their work and do it well deserve our respect. This is true no matter what they are doing<\/em>.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Who are we to judge people on the basis of the kind of job they are doing?<\/p>\n