“A QUEENSLAND sawmill worker sacked for refusing to sign in using a fingerprint scanner has lost an unfair dismissal claim despite his employer’s “disturbing” privacy failures.
Factory hand Jeremy Lee took his case to the Fair Work Commission in March after being let go from the Superior Wood mill in Imbil, near Gympie, where he had “not missed a single day at work” in three years.”
About his fingerprint:
“It’s empowering to those that have it,” he said. “The power of surveillance and — it’s a bit hard to describe. It’s like you have — it’s kind of like ownership. It’s part of my biometric data. It’s my identity.”
Now, I don’t know about you, but I worry about my fingerprints too.
Just maybe not in the same way as Jeremy.
As the sawmill worker says, his fingerprints are linked to his identity.
So when he’s afraid of his fingerprints being out there, out of his control…
… he’s afraid of his identity being out there, out of his control.
And this doesn’t just apply to fingerprints either.
It applies to anything we do that leaves a mark on the world.
Big or small.
Heck, the work we do, every message we send…
… ends up being a fingerprint of one kind or another.
One that reflects on our identity.
If you get caught up in that, that’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself.
Often, the closer I hover towards the ‘Send Email’ button, the bigger the wave of anxiety in my chest.
(Yes, even with these emails I’m sending you now.)
I fear I’ve said something wrong. Something dumb. Something confusing. Or something accidentally insulting.
So I go over the message again and again to weed them out…
… and I STILL get things wrong.
Some things I don’t find out until AFTER I’ve hit ‘send’.
(I LOVE Gmail’s ‘Undo Send’ function by the way!)
The reason I’m afraid: I fear finding my fingerprints on failure.
And I’m afraid that failure will define my identity.
I fear that a FAILURE with my fingerprints on it…
… will cancel out ACCOMPLISHMENTS with my fingerprints on them.
And for some bizarre reason, in my head that makes me a fraud.
But here’s the thing…
Fingerprints AREN’T an identity. They are a STORY.
I need to think bigger picture.
I shouldn’t stress so much about finding my fingerprints on a failure.
Instead, my focus should be to make sure my fingerprints tell a story.
(And NOT the forensic crime kind! :-p)
Yes, my fingerprints will be found on failures, successes, and mediocre results…
… but it’s not each individual fingerprint that defines my identity.
It’s what happens when you add it all up over time.
The journey of growth those fingerprints represent.
THAT’S my real identity.
For me, that viewpoint changes the fear of failure into hope.
When things go wrong…
… I want to see what happens NEXT in the story.
I want to see how I can SHAPE that story.
And the possibilities suddenly become sunnier.
Perhaps my deepest fears come true.
Perhaps the world confirms I *AM* a fraud.
That doesn’t define my identity.
What defines me is what I do *next*.
And that’s up to me.
What about your own story?
What do you want your fingerprints now and in future to say about you?
Well, that’s all from me for today.
See you tomorrow everyone.
Best wishes, and take care,
Lucus “I fear only the send button” Allerton
Screenshot proof below:
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Taken 2018-11-03 at 11.01.39 am