Russ Batenhorst Reset button for workplace a novel idea

It’s warm, it’s cold. It’s calm, it’s windy. There’s rain and snow, sunshine and clouds. All in one day. How do you expect me to come up with just one topic? So, I didn’t.


I drove through a college campus the other day and couldn’t help but think of the situation facing the students I was seeing. It was just the second day of the new spring semester. Basically, they had just hit the reset button and were starting over. They were threeand- a-half weeks removed from the end of the previous semester, had just finished taking a little break and were now starting over again.

There are probably plenty of reasons that those of us beyond our college years could come up with to envy from afar those enjoying those years right now.

And I think hitting the “reset” button every few months is one of them.

For the most part, what they were doing in classes now has little carryover from those they were in a month ago. Who wouldn’t like trying that at work? Had a bad second quarter of the year? No problem, we’re starting all over. Bosses thought what you did for half of the year was simply average work? Big deal. Hit the reset button.

With no recollection of what has happened in the past, you can wow them now with a whole new outlook and measurement.

Of course, we’ll take the bad with the good. At least twice a year we’re going to have to look like zombies as we cram things into the final days of an evaluation period that we know we could have been working on all along.

But, once it’s done, take a little break and start all over.

I guess we better be a little careful what we wish for, though. More evaluation periods than already exist could be trouble (and you already know from a couple weeks ago what I feel about evaluations). We could end up being invited to hit the reset button at a whole different workplace. And I’m pretty sure if I flunk out of work, I won’t be able to hit up my parents for cash.


In an attempt to come up with topics to discuss this week, I thought I might find something in my emails to inspire me.

Actually, all I found out is that I need to clean up my emails a little more often. It’s not as if we get a lot of stuff that’s worthy of saving, but save we have through the years. Some of them are pretty old, but still seem to carry the same themes.

Some people out there must think I’m old, too. Without even looking that hard, I found at least a half-dozen recent emails talking about how “our generation” is different from the new versions. Do I really need to be reminded that my phone used to have cords and my TV had three channels? I even found one from quite a few years ago that was a derogatory bumper sticker for possible use if a certain political woman decided to run for president. Someone might want to blow the dust off that one, though — it still might happen.

I think I know why I’m not currently rich, handsome, healthier, more blessed or haven’t had someone knock on my door with the secret to life. There are quite a few emails in there that promised me I would have all those things if I only would forward the message to at least 10 other people in the next 10 minutes.

Oops, didn’t get it done.

At least I only am reminded of this backlog of mail when I choose to log into the computer and look back. Don’t get me started on the regular mail that I let pile up on the kitchen counter before finally “deleting” to the large file placed at the curb each Friday.


Have you gone online to look at the famed Pepsi commercial filmed in Milligan? I liked it, but I didn’t see anyone I knew.

Plus, I’m guessing the people who didn’t like the “Nebraska” movie now in theaters for how the state was portrayed won’t be real crazy about this, either.

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