At the print shop, a pleasant young man with a lilting accent prepared to laminate my poster. His supervisor watched closely, arms crossed, not offering any assistance. I could tell the young man wanted the job to be perfect. I didn't want to look over his shoulder. I left and returned 15 minutes later. When I returned, the supervisor rushed over. I asked the young man, "How did the poster turn out?"
"It's okay," he whispered. I took the poster and saw there were a few bubbles on the rear. The supervisor opened his mouth. The young man's eyes pleaded with me. I didn't have the heart to get him into trouble by pitching a fit over a few bubbles, especially since I know how to fix the bubbles. (Elementary school teachers often know how to fix lots of stuff.) I thanked the young man and paid. On my way past the supervisor, I suggested, "Instead of waiting for him to fail, show him the best way to do it, and let him practice." The supervisor must have read the words at the bottom of the poster, because he didn't say anything back to me.
Smiles,
Sylvia
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