Tuesday, July 17, 2018
I owe my tone to the company door
Even with the reorg scattering
us into new and fancier-labeled
departments, utter and bitter
agreement as to Jorge and
Stretta’s Last Presentation.
DISASTER WRIT HUGE!
So much so, that the parodies
began immediately, fresh and
surprising talent arising from the
new setup.
Oh well! Whatever happens,
present-past-future, we do
satire best!
THEN word filtered through that
Client had loved it!
“GENIUS!” put he to embattled
couple.
Ever see ponderous structure
move fast?
Clifford Ackersly, slated to receive
Elizabeth Skerrit Drenzel Award…
for doing his introverted harm
in a too-long career...deleted.
Jorge and Stretta shoved in.
At the banquet, sing a pro-corporation
song of their own composition!
Nary a dry eye!
Wags say sentimentality holds us
together!--I say what better?
Labels: award, business, client, corporation, organization, reorg, sentiment, tone
Saturday, December 10, 2016
Death and Innovation
Fresh from his MBA, Clifford put in charge
of a new, experimental department called
The Lab.
Here, innovative solutions blah blah blah.
He was joined by others, including Hortense,
who spouted new ideas continuously.
The Lab's Main Function was to run seminars
for the other departments, convincing them
they were sticks in the mud. Which they were.
Upper Management loved Clifford and Hortense,
and the corporation received many high-publicity
awards because of them.
Soon enough, Clifford and Hortense loved
each other.
And married. A new Board had swept in from
Moral Phoenix and that connubial state, only,
set well with them.
But, Hortense grew restless. All the innovations
proved same-old same-old to her.
She quit to start a firm counseling employees
trapped by fluid management.
Had so much work that two years later she
persuaded Clifford to partner in the cause.
They had learned the ropes and knots together,
so...?
As long as bullshit rules, it must be countered
tirelessly.
Labels: business, corporation, fluid work environment, innovation, morale
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Another Chapter of Magnificent Capitalism:
New Haven Railroad
Brakemen et al knew
they were speeding
down the shithole
when McGuinnes took over,
wife as "Color Consultant."
Too, McGinnis and VP McGowan
had Chrysler Imperials adapted
to ride the tracks to their
Litchfield cottages.
Labels: Capitalism, corporation, New Haven Railroad, raider
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Progress
I work in an old-fashioned factory, flapping belts overhead,
smell of hot oil, wooden floors, grimy windows. We love it.
You can visualize our types.
The corporation builds a new factory next door. Some parts
finished, training goes on for a lot of scrawny little brown fellows
from India. Nobody has ever seen them enter or exit the building.
They’re cooking in there: we can smell it.
My janitor friend has seen plans for a third building.
No windows, all robots.
Labels: corporation
