No-one is born a left-winger or right-winger. Our political identity is shaped through our place in the world, the people we meet, and the interplay of these forces with our peculiar characters. Like most people alive these days, I was raised in a predominantly authoritarian environment and instilled with its values. I was taught to respect authority unquestioningly. Nevertheless, I have moved steadily towards an anti-authoritarian politics. In the series Memories, I intend to look back on smaller and larger events in my life and how they influence my political views.
A Job Application
Quite a few years ago I used to work in a computer shop. It was a fairly standard shop with a staff just under ten people divided equally over support and sales. There was one store manager and a submanager. The latter position was utterly useless, and merely gave the person holding it a false sense of superiority over the others. Next to that, the manager was basically a glorified sales-person with a few extra tasks such as ordering inventory. He wasn't a bad sort of fellow and greatly valued building a team built on mutual respect and harmony. He gave us a certain leeway to socialize on the shop floor and wasn't afraid to do the dirty work with the rest of us. All things considered, he was easily the best manager I've had. Nevertheless, when I think back to my experiences in that shop it's a seemingly innocuous event that has turned out to be the most salient concerning a round of job interviews he was preparing.