The problem with asking some of the questions I have to ask during my daily round of joy is I already know the answers I'm going to get.Example,
If I'm asking the question "You see someone stealing from the warehouse you work in. What would you do?"
Let me point some things out before we continue.
The questions I'm asking have been written by people who've never seen a warehouse let alone had to ask that very question to people who've been sacked from warehouses for doing that very thing.
Answers always range from "I'm in on it" to " I'm not a fucking grass" followed by a hard stare as if I'm actually challenging them on their real life past or their whole moral outlook on life.
I then have to go on to explain that in the sensible and grown up world, the one where the present government want them to be gainfully employed, people will kind of expect them to go for the reasonable answer that relates to them protecting company property and having company interests at heart. It's a shock for them but what can you do? In all honesty, I couldn't really give a shit what they'd do.
Convincing malcontents that the path to social redemption lies in them being honest about witnessing warehouse based crime and instantly reporting it to their superiors, as in a set out question written by right thinking types in distant offices, isn't something that I'm fully in line with. Persuading them that filling a wagon full of stolen electrical cable, whilst being parked under a security camera, and then wondering why they got sacked from previously said warehouse, perhaps wasn't the best decision they've ever made, is something I'd rather spend time in bringing to their attentions. Crime pays when you're good at it. How many more times?
It's all relative.
This of course is just an example of the questions I am responsible for the asking of in an ordinary day's setting. Some of them do actually make some sort of sense. Some are just ridiculous and reflect the gap between those that write them and those they're aimed at. The difference in moving through a life with some structure and an idea of what you want to be and a life that's.....different.
To be honest, I always enjoy the stories that come out of me asking these questions. They give an unforgettable insight into the real lives of some of the more interesting people I get to meet.
When someone tells you that they did three days down the block for an errant Manchester Tart liberated from a prison kitchen, you kind of know a made up question aimed at testing their knowledge of how to behave just isn't going to make much difference.
They already know what they'll do...I already know the answer....
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