Topic: Ethics & Code of Conduct


Nuts and Bolts

By Kit Goldman, President of Workplace Training Network, Inc.


Colleen: Newly promoted Facilities Supervisor at a fictional company
Lonnie: A veteran employee on her crew

Scene: Repair shop at the facility. Tools, hardware, schematics scattered on table and floor. Coffee on table, water bottle overturned, liquid on papers. Colleen enters.

C: What the…? (picks items off floor, lifts wet schematic, looks offstage) Lonnie? Lonnie, you here? (dials phone) Janice, I’m in the shop. Lonnie’s not here and it’s a pigsty. What’s his break schedule? Yeah, I’ll hold.

Lonnie enters, looks like he just woke up, startled to see Colleen

L: Hey Colleen (yawns, tucks shirt, rubs eyes)

C: (to phone) Right. OK, thanks. (To him) Taking a little snooze?

L: Who? Me?



Can We Talk?

By Kit Goldman, President of Workplace Training Network, Inc.

Darren: an employee at a fictional company or government agency Navy
Sherry: a co-worker

Scene: Sherry enters David’s workspace.

S: Hey David

D: Hey.

S: Can I come in?

D: You’re already in.

S: Well, can I sit down and talk to you for a minute?

D: OK. Would you mind brushing off your pants first? No offense, but you’re always covered in cat hair.


Go for the Gold

By Kit Goldman, President of Workplace Training Network, Inc.

Roger: a supervisor at a fictional company
Margo: his employee

SCENE: Roger’s office. He’s on the phone.


R: (In the middle of phone conversation)… Are you saying I’m a bigot? Benny, I can’t believe you of all people… no, I’m not a homophobe… All I said to the fruit of the loom was “go home & change”… (Margo, an employee, peeks in. He motions her to come in and sit. She enters, remains standing.) … Fine… you’re right. I shouldn’t refer to him that way… listen, this guy is 6’ 4”, 250 pounds and he was wearing harem pants and twinkle toe shoes… we have a dress code around here! He looked like “I Dream of Jeannie”!… of course it’s not an anti-gay thing. You know me better than that. The other gay guy in my group freaked out too! (Laughs, notices Margo.)… hey gotta go… yeah, we’re on for the game… later. (Hangs up. Sees Margo looking at photo on desk.) That’s right. You’re a photographer… (Picks up photo, shows Margo.) My lovely bride on the beach in San Juan Puerto Rico. Who but the supreme being could create a mamasota like that?

M: Dow Chemical?

R: Bitter, table for 1. (returns photo to desk)