I was reluctantly driving to work this morning, with my trusty NPR station on and I hear it. The results of a 20-year study have just been released. Mean people make significantly more money than nice people. Really? That just sucks. Sucks the big one.
I guess I knew it on some gut level. I mean the Nasty by Nature gal in our office is rarely messed with. They keep her in her own office – away from the regular folks. Her reputation as a pain (which she revels in) has traveled corporately around the country. Everyone grimaces when they hear that it’s her on the phone. But I’d be willing to bet she managed to wrangle more base pay than the average bear.
Then the scales of justice appeared in my brain (luckily I have excellent visualization skills). I put extra bucks on one side then how I knew people felt about her (and for that matter how she feels about herself) on the other and – voila! – Karmic correction occurred.
I really don’t give a rat’s ass about money – witnessed by my current lifestyle, living in an RV craving Mickey D’s rather than patisserie (I’m not really sure what that is) – so I don’t know why it bothered me in the first place. Except that it seemed terribly, horribly wrong.
However, I was so fascinated by this factoid that I went on an internet search for more information and found out the researchers are speculating that one reason for the extra pay is that managers are rewarding bad behavior. Basically, “here take this check and please, please don’t make my life any more miserable than you already have.”
Okay, I can live with that. If my boss cringed when I darkened his doorway I’d have to enter a convent – or something equally drastic. Let the meanies have their cash. I’d rather be nice and happy, than mean with droopy pockets. So, there!