"I don't believe it." Emma said as she sat her desk reading her e-mails.
"What's up luv?" Liz her assistant manager asked as she looked up from her screen.
They both now shared the small manager's office since Liz had been promoted.
"You remember that staff diversity survey we did a few weeks back?"
"Yeah, more pointless paperwork." Liz said sighing.
"I just got the report back from the area manager. We scored very well in most areas..."
"But?" Liz asked.
"There was one area we did really, really badly. The average age of our staff is the lowest in the whole of the country."
"I suppose one store had to be the lowest. I like to think we have a young, vibrant workforce."
"Me too but apparently the high ups think we are giving out the wrong message. Wilko doesn't want accusations of being an employer who discriminates because of age. We've to focus our recruiting towards a wider age range in the future." Emma explained.
"It's strange, most of our workers have been here for donkeys too. You think the average age would be creeping up. It's not our fault older people don't want to work retail. It can be physically demanding especially in a hardware store where a lot of the stock is quite heavy."
"I know Liz. I know the advantages of older employees too." She closed the e-mail software. "We don't have the budget for more employees right now. We don't even have that many Christmas temps to take on that other retailers do."
"There is training too. Most of our existing employees have been here so long they are worth two temps, who are only here for a few weeks and don't have time to learn all the jobs properly."
Emma found her imagination wandering off as she thought about the problem. "What we'd want is somehow to be able to swap the minds of our staff into older bodies. That would get the average age up."
"Or get older experienced people, into younger bodies. Surely mental age counts instead of physical age. Everyone keeps saying 'It's just a number' after all." Liz said with a grin.
Emma looked up to the ceiling. "I wish we could do all that." She brought her head back down again. "Oh well enough for fantasy land. Back to the grind." She opened up the Solitaire program on her computer.
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