Whenever I did something naughty as a kid, my mum would always say “Just wait until your father gets home!”.
I guess she didn’t want to be the one to punish me.
Equally, whenever I wanted something, my dad would say “Go ask your mum”.
I guess, he didn’t want to be the one to break my heart by saying NO.
When it came anything to with school work, my dad was the definitely the “bad cop”, expecting 200% of me.
Mum had more of a “leave the poor child alone” mentality.
I must admit that probably because of dad’s strict approach, I was able to finish my education.
However, any financial business, mum was the aggressive one.
She’d practically return back any box of chocolate to the store if it wasn’t up to her expectations.
Even though dad wouldn’t put in such effort, he admits that his brilliant wife saved us a lot of money.
This week at work, 3 of my colleagues and me are conducting technical interviews with a mayor focus on electrical safety.
“So”, my colleague initiated, “Who’s going to play good cop and bad top?”
“That’s a good cop for me”, I quickly confirmed.
Probably what everyone would expect from me.
Friendly. Sticking to the script. Not going to ask any additional tricky questions. They knew they would all pass if it were only up to me.
It made me think.
In the end, my signature will be on the nomination paper. Hence, my responsibility.
I changed my mind and played the role of “bad cop”.
I told them they can keep their notes during the interview.
But I also warned them: the more they would look on it, the trickier my questions would become.
“You’re on fire today”, my colleagues grinned.
I felt like that. It was actually fun being the one who challenges people in a fair way.
Some of the shy technicians we interviewed actually came out of their shell.
They were proud to show they had all this additional knowledge.
It made all of us smile.
Sometimes, having a “bad cop” in your life, is not so bad.
How was the role of your parents? Who was the good cop?
Which role do you usually play, good or bad cop?