At my day job, there are plenty of opportunities for folks to do the right thing, and yet they so seldom do. Take for instance our current training class. This is the same training class that features our dress code rebel in the blue dress (Read: “Devil in a Blue Dress”.) Today I was made aware of a conspiracy within this little group that will likely result in several of them being “promoted to customer.”
Apparently, there is a young lady in the class who worked here previously; we’ll call her “Diana”. Usually when people leave the company and apply to come back, they must endure some scrutiny of their previous performance and the reasons that they left to begin with. Whoever decided to hire Diana back apparently did not do his due diligence in this regard, or he would have realized that she was trouble with a capital “T”. There was, after all, good reason for her earlier separation.
Yesterday she remained in the classroom during the break and got a little preview of the day’s upcoming quiz. (STRIKE ONE!) The trainees are required to pass each quiz with a score of 80% or more, and the tests are open book. It’s also not particularly difficult. And, if a trainee fails, he or she has an opportunity to take it again after receiving additional tutoring. They’re not exactly doomed to fail. Diana took it upon herself not only to review the quiz beforehand, but to take notes including the answers. (STRIKE TWO!) She then shared these with two of her classmates, two particularly indiscreet classmates. (STRIKE THREE!)
When one of these classmates attempted to share the answers with a third trainee (whom we’ll call “Hattie”) she was surprised at the response she got. Hattie told her that she didn’t want the answers and asked her where she got them. After gathering information regarding the scope of the conspiracy and the source of the contraband answer key, as well as a copy of the answer key itself, Hattie turned the answer key and her findings in to the trainer. The trainer said that this explained a lot, as Diana had completed the quiz, which should have taken about thirty minutes, in ten.
I’ve also come to find out that last week we had to restrict use of instant messaging in this class because they were sharing answers to the tests while they were taking them. Good grief! Isn’t it just as easy to use the search function on the online classroom materials to find the answer? What if your buddy across the room is wrong?
Seriously, why would anyone cheat on an open-book test? A test that you can take again, without penalty, if you fail? And why wouldn’t you ensure that you took the appropriate amount of time to complete the test instead of rushing through it making your cheating obvious? And why would you show such a lack of discretion by flaunting your ill-gotten gains? And for goodness sake, why write out the questions and the answers long-hand? Why not use some sort of cipher so that if your cheat sheet is discovered it can pass for a grocery list?
In a nutshell, you shouldn’t cheat. But if you’re going to, for Pete’s sake be discrete! Being so obvious is just clumsy and insulting.
And by the way, someone should give Hattie a freakin’ medal!