To me, it seems like diplomats and
negotiators are inclined to face a
triangular principal- agent dilemma. As the eldest child, I served as an agent for
my parents when it came to accomplishing tasks around the house. When I was in
6th grade and my sister was in 3rd grade, my parents
bought me a pre-paid flip phone so they could communicate with my sister and me
to help with the coordination rides to and from sporting events. Presumably,
they also wanted to teach me to be responsible and allow me what a lot of my
friends had, a cell phone. Both of my parents had recently earned promotions at
their jobs and were home less during the day. They expected me to be able to
convince my sister to chores and act as their voice, but my word did not hold
the same weight as theirs. At the same time, I was still a child and the agent
for my sister and me. I was rarely ever able to convince my parents that their
requests were unreasonable, but from time to time I could reduce the amount of
work that we had to do, which made my sister and I better off in those moments.
My sister was (is) really lazy. My
dad often called about an hour before he left work, telling me a few things
that he would want us to do before he got home. Usually it was preparation for
whatever he wanted to cook. In the beginning, I split the work evenly because I
thought that was the fairest thing to do. I was honest with my sister about
everything that my father said and she waited until the last possible moment to
do everything. I ended up doing a lot of her work because I knew that if she didn’t
do her half, I would be held responsible.
The next few times, not only did I split the responsibilities unevenly,
but also, I gave myself less jobs. Eventually, my sister caught on to me doing
the less time consuming jobs, so she complained to me and threatened to tell
our parents.
Again, I had to change my strategy, because I didn’t
want to do more work or have my parents find out that I was doing less. Next, I
started understating to my sister how much time was left until my father got
home. She still waited until what she thought was the last minute, but she could
get it done without my help because she had extra time. After a while, she
realized that I was giving her less time than she had, so she just started
doing things later. I complained about her behavior to her, but did not report
it to my parents. Sometimes when my parents weren’t home, I would go over my
friends’ houses, which was against their orders. I feared that if I told on my
sister, she would tell on me.
Even though I was unhappy, I was
participating in an unspoken quid pro quo agreement with my sister. If I did
more work, she stayed quiet. In this situation, my parents were the ultimate
authority, but I found myself better off by being in cahoots with my sister.
Both my sister and I were faced with moral hazard, and I think we found
ourselves in a repeated prisoner’s dilemma as well. It would be simpler to
report each other’s “illegal” behaviors to our parents, but we wouldn’t be able
to do what we wanted as much. Also, more strict rules would have been placed
upon us if we told on each other, making us both worse off. The illusion of fairness
regarding chore allocation was all that my parents needed, so as we grew older,
my sister and I resolved issues of shirking on our own, even after we both got
cell phones.