Tuesday, 20 October 2009

  • Never Put Me in Charge

    The other day we had a group exercise in my career development class. The exercise was this: It was the nuclear apocalypse, and we had a fallout shelter. Besides our group, we had to pick 6 out of 10 people to allow to stay in our shelter for 6 months, the rest had to die. The teacher organized our groups based on our major, so the Game Art students got grouped with me (there were only 3 other ones), the rest of the class was pretty much fashion, fashion marketing, and interior design (read airheads with rich parents (actually some interior design students are cool)). Here's the list of people and the information:

    1. Bookkeeper; 31 years old
    2. His wife; six months pregnant
    3. Black militant; 2nd year college student
    4. Famous historian-author; 42 years old
    5. Hollywood star, young, bright
    6. Former prostitute; "retired" for 4 years
    7. Rabbi; 44 years old
    8. Olympic athlete; all sports
    9. Architect; homosexual
    10. Police Officer with gun (they cannot be separated)

    Now, the point of this exercise was to simulate how employers form biases on titles and hire on very limited information. All the other groups made morally sound decisions that, in my opinion, were dumb, like, saving the pregnant lady, and killing the cop because he had a weapon. We had to select a group member to go up and explain our group's decisions, and my explaination went a little like this:

    "First off, we killed the pregnant lady, because a baby would just be another person, and a crying baby in a cramped fallout shelter with no diapers? No. So obviously we had to also kill the bookkeeper, because all he'd do is bitch about how we killed his wife and unborn kid. Next, we killed the Rabbi, because I'm pretty sure our food supply isn't kosher. Also, we killed the prostitute, because I'm sure there's a reason she's retired.

    We didn't kill the athlete because.. well, anyone that competes in ALL of the Olympic sports is a god damn legend! We kept the Architect, because he's probably gonna build pillow forts or something, and that'll keep us entertained. We kept the police officer, because his gun is apparently infused into his hand, so it's pretty obvious that he's Robocop, and if we said no to Robocop, that wouldn't have panned out well for us. Everyone else, eh, they got lucky."

    All I'm saying is, I'm not killing Robocop.

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