Sunday, February 1, 2009

A.F.C.



I always feel a stir of sympathy when I look at that AC-AVC-AFC cost curves diagram. For the AFC.
The Average Cost Curve, a smiling U-shape at the top, and just below it, at first keeping its uniform distance, the Average Variable cost curve, which later goes and cozies up to the boss, getting closer and closer. And here at the bottom of the graph is the poor old Average Fixed, honourably and uselessly forming his uniformly-sized rectangles all along his rectangular- hyperbola form.
Well, I feel sorry for the fellow. On and on he plods with his not- too- interesting (in fact, rather dull) duty, and there above, and right in front of his nose, that upstart has made the upward turn and is getting better and better acquainted with the superior.
And the poor fellow will probably be accused of coldness, and being a stuffed pickle, turning up his nose at a little workplace joie-de-vivre. And will keep having a smaller and smaller role to play, getting further and further away from the site of the action, until he's finally pensioned off at 65, and replaced by another fellow just like him, for he has a pretty important role to play, you know, despite all appearances.

2 comments:

joey said...

there is this bengali poet called sukanto who projected his own feeling of rebelliousness onto stairs and matchsticks and trees.

good fun though.

rhea said...

i'm sure it was.
thinking of walter mitty's derisively whistling swing doors.