For National Social Work Month we had a celebration at
department meeting yesterday. There was
free food, so that was good. We had a speaker, a professor from the MSW program
at UNH, who gave a solid 15-20 minutes on the history of Social Work degree
programs in New England. This included a calling out of what schools were
represented and how many years in service people had.* There was this year’s
proclamation from the White House, extending through many whereases telling us what
good things they have noticed us doing (including “overcoming earthquakes” in
the disaster relief section, which sounded a little inflated), up to a final therefore which thanks us. We played a
mildly competitive game involving social work terms. There was a beribboned bag
for each of us with a colorful “Social Workers Are Awesome” card on the outside and small presents inside. One of the
interns was master of ceremonies, and all the interns had been dragooned into
service for the preparation.
You will be shocked to know that I did not find this
fascinating. However, I have several
outs when stuck in such situations, one of which is to sit back and examine the
whole affair as an anthropologist or a man from Mars might, to see what might
be understood about us. All groups with
repeat meetings have rituals, and the rituals are declarations of what is
significant. When we go to town meeting,
the Cub Scouts march out flags which we salute; the high school chorus sings;
the moderator introduces people who make short, clichéd speeches before we get
down to business. The choices of which
clichés are brought out are often a clue as to what will follow.
To be candid, my first daydream was of which tables would be
fun if you got a couple of drinks into everyone. I had cynically predicted that the number
would be low, but it turned out to be fully half: three of the six tables were having bright
conversation and laughter. That’s off
topic on the subject of rituals, but I wanted to have full disclosure. At gatherings where I can bring a notepad one
of my spacing-out timekillers is to make geographic lists, such as how many
European rivers I can name. Good times.
Rituals. So these are the rituals of meaning for social
workers: acknowledgement from government, or at least official bodies; food,
encouraging clichés, and small presents, which I think is standard in all
female-dominated professions even though not all females like them; reassurance
that the expensive professional training and licensure are indeed the
indicators of quality; reminiscing about agency histories and previous hard
budget times, to validate that we have lived the true experience and are all
sisters; the highlighting of in-group jargon to show that
we are knowledgeable and set apart. It’s
always hard to find volunteers to run these things, so the committee assignment
is a rotating duty, yet the rituals are similar each time. Once every few years
a committee will take it into their heads to go all out with the decorations,
food, ceremonies, and presents but go away hurt because the rest of us did not
appreciate the effort. Or, there might be icebreaker-style games where we find
out interesting things about each other in an attempt at esprit-de-corps. Yet
those last two tend to be general group rituals, not very specific to social
workers.
*I am a significant outlier on both counts.
6 comments:
Do whatever it takes to get thru to the end without being rude. Take notes on possible means of death-dealing to various subjects (esp. speakers). What plagues or infections could come from the snacks. Poisons in the drinks. Whatever get you to the end, without actualizing your notes.
No, I mostly like them. One is a secret conservative, another a secret libertarian, and more than few others have spoken softly to me about mildly heretical ideas they don't want the others to know about. I note that these are nearly always people whose children are growing up. Funny how that works.
In the main they are Bernie Sanders liberals with the exception of the three oldest women, whose nostrils flare when voting for anyone but Hillary is suggested. But there are cracks in the wall. And they are indeed mostly as sacrificial and dedicated as one would hope inf their do-goodness. There is an air of pathos about it as they age.
Do you remember Meeting of Minds? Contemplate pairing the various speakers off with historical figures, and imagine the resulting debates. Or the talking past each other.
I had never heard of it. Steve Allen was of course very bright. But we gave up TV about that time, and only heard about it secondhand.
As long as you are not a significant "outliar".
You've perfectly pegged the atmosphere at my monthly Woman's Club meetings.
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