Quentin Tarantino: Bring in the Pooper Scooper

Quentin Tarantino: Bring in the Pooper Scooper

When Pulp Fiction first hit the movie theaters many years ago, everyone in my generation was enthralled. Every sentence we spoke had a Pulp Fiction quote in it. For instance,

 “Any time of the day is a good time for pie

Yeah, well the days of me forgetting are over, and the days of me remembering have just begun”

“Hamburgers: the cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast.”

The movie resonated with us all on deeply different levels. It was hip, had great music and was done by a movie director out of nowhere. he came on to the scene as a quirky guy with no real film school experience. He was a director of the people.  It was around the same time that Clerks came out and it felt like a whole new film movement was about to come about. Our generation felt that we would have our version of past film movements of cinema verite or film noir.  Tarantino could do no wrong. Then he kind of settled and stopped being an upstart for a while.

The Wolf was one of my favorite characters and I loved when they would just state “bring in the wolf” for he was the problem solver. A room filled with spilled blood and guts? No problem! bring in the wolf. That stayed with me and I would occasionally throw in that phrase in various workplace moments. That is how warped my sense of humor is and perhaps why Californians just don’t get me.

What I didn’t know back then, Is that I would go on to become the wolf of the workplace.

Well, that is not quite accurate. The wolf comes in and cleans the gory mess so it appears that it never happened; whatever “it” is. I, on the other hand, am brought in to clean up the poop. My job is not to make it so that it never happened it is just to clean up the mess and get people to think it won’t happen again. Which is near impossible, as poop always happens.

I wish I was the wolf, but instead I am the pooper-scooper.   Admittedly, even though I am not the wolf I state use his quotes in certain situations. Recently, while in a horrific meeting with an ego-maniac, I thought to myself: “Just because you are a character doesn’t mean that you have character.”  Yes, the Wolf was always right.

My very first day at my past job, I had to prepare a report for a face-to-face meeting with some key people. Not a problem. i am a fast writer (or so I have become one as a result of such instances). The problem was that i had to write a report justifying why no one had done any substantial project work till that point. That was an uncomfortable first meeting. Thereafter, two weeks after, actually, I had to present data at a national conference. Not a problem, I’m a great speaker (or so I have become one as a result of so many instances). Problem was that the data was faulty and mediocre at best. It wasn’t my data. Wasn’t my methodology. But I had to present it in the best light possible. I had to pooper-scoop.

And the pooper-scooping pattern continued throughout my entire tenure. There was always someone leaving a less behind. I was there to scoop it out of the way and get people to believe. As someone recently told me, I was there to rally the soldiers and I did a fantastic job at it. I got tired of the pooper-scooping though. I moved on. Or so I thought.

Now firmly ensconced in San Francisco, I find myself having to be a pooper-scooper again both figurative and literally. have you seen the map of San Francisco that outlines the human feces areas?  What I have come to find is that there is always a mess left behind and there is always someone who comes in to clean it up.

Mr. Tarantino: in your new opus if you are casting about for a pooper-scooper-the new version of the wolf-I am your woman. Call me!

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