Once upon a time, a co-worker found a $1 bill, taped it to a cubicle entrance and said that whoever lost it could take it. I ended up writing two posts about the social experiment in the office cubicle, about how no one took the bill for a few weeks, and about how and why it finally disappeared. By a remarkable coincidence, the events took place almost exactly one year ago.
On Wednesday, I found a $1 bill.
This time, the three of us studying this phenomenon used a little more scientific care. Last time, my colleague forgot when he first displayed the dollar; this time, 2:15 p.m., Wednesday, 10 September 2014. I have taped it to the exact same location, wrote the exact same note on the stickie, and photographed it once ready (obviously).
Two reasons why this isn’t scientifically “clean,” for lack of a better term. First, my handwriting differs from his. Ideally, he should have written the message. Second, other departments at the San Francisco Public Utilities Commission and in City government have poached a lot of employees from HR; we have a lot of new faces around here. In other words, too many variables. Nonetheless, I still dare to hope that we amateurs might have found something worthy of professional attention.
Let’s see what happens this time.
Vonn Scott Bair