The middle child I sit next is very competitive. Her sister recently pointed out how she will use any means necessary to try to win. When she plays a video game with her husband she uses whining and evil trickery to try to make him give up, since she doesn’t have game playing skills to fall back on . Naughty naughty.
Her must-win spirit always benefits me at work. I saw from when we first started working together. We’re data dorks who often load (hopefully correct) information into the system in large quantities. Sometimes when there are errors, never caused by either of us, we have to go in and correct the flaws datum by mind numbing datum.
When we get a list of say 100 items that need to be manually correct she’ll start at the top and me at the bottom. She gets all revved up and let’s me know we’re competing to see who can get the most done, showing who works the fastest. Works for me since no matter the outcome I still win. If I complete more than her I win her silly little game. If she “wins” it means she has done more work than me which means, either way I still win. I’m certainly not concerned with who can be the faster robot. She knows I will never try to do more manual data entry than her, but she continues to compete. I’m pretty sure she thinks there’s a trophy waiting for her in the supply closet.
No checking, errors stay.
