So I may be the last corporate being in America to read "Who Moved My Cheese"...and probably would never have read it except for my required reading for school. [Yes I am returning to the campus this weekend to continue my quest for my master's degree....] Other than the fact that my (soon to be) 3 year old nephew's books have smaller typeface (seriously, environmentally, this could have been put in a 3 page memo) the simple messages were excruciatingly apt to read right now.
As anyone who reads my blog regularly knows...I'm in the midst of a MERGER....I like to type MERGER in all caps because it raises the volume of that word. Plus, our MERGER company puts their name in ALL CAPS too...so I'm getting used to the Caps Lock key.
If anyone ever wants to experience cheesy movement....just try a MERGER. Especially as the staff of the smaller part of the merger (in essence the ACQUIRED), we are still trying to see if they are even going to let us in the maze at all or if our "new cheese" lays outside the maze completely.
If you are change averse, as I am, this book is an uncomfortable read...because, you see, only 3 out of the 4 characters survive. The two who immediately embrace change and probably saw it coming...so they just shrug and move on...and the one who eventually faces his fear and learns to find fun and adventure in searching for new cheese. The solid reliable satisfied character....yeah, you guessed it...he slowly starves in his old corner of the maze too afraid or stubborn to seek new cheese.
Because it is a simple parable meant to illustrate a point it of course doesn't get down to the brass tacks of how one might be expected to pay for the running shoes you need to chase new cheese, or the upkeep of the leaky roof on the resting hut outside the maze, but I guess that is all part of the adventure, right?
There are days, mind you, where I figure the change outside the maze can't be much more disruptive than the change going on inside...so I'll try to keep my eye on the cheese as it ...um...ripens?
I really do not want to be the skeleton found amongst the dust in the back of the maze.