More perspective for you.
We are having an inspection at work and I don’t mean just any old white-glove type stuff. We’ve been planning two years for this and for the last two months we’ve been acting like the house is on fire. It’s possible that the life of the business depends on a good outcome. Everything we touch or write is scrutinized to the nth degree and then handed off to someone who verifies that your scrutiny was scrutinizingly sufficient. It’s tiring to live like this, and the whole site is ready to have it behind us.
There are two ladies who take care of our building, and I caught them today, emptying trash. I talk them up quite a bit and asked if they were ready for next week. I couldn’t believe it, but they were oblivious to the whole thing. “Next week? What’s going on next week,” they asked, confused with the question.
“Huh? You’re kidding me. The big inspection!”
“What big inspection?”
“You know. The big inspection. Two weeks. Every nook and cranny of our lives watched and reported on. That big inspection.”
“Man. We don’t know a thing about it.” They made a funny face and went back to their work.