Sunday, March 04, 2018
All in the wrist! Or not.
or The Principle of Judicious
Choice! Perhaps.
This mantra served him well in golf:
It’s All in the wrist!
Then, it didn’t.
After that, disaster! Worse, the scorn
of his fellow players.
Found a guru in his new teacher, Pro Sam,
who counseled FORGET THE WRIST!
Which advice prospered until he erased
the laughter.
That, in time, failed too.
Other mantras?
Of course, and overall, he got more
and more pitiful.
Finally, he heeded the advice of friend
Horty. “Hey! know that you stink and
revel in the odor!”
As an American, that couldn’t last long.
His wife, Ruby, warned him to stop
talking about it.
But...he was rescued!
A miracle called REORGANIZATION
at work, whose rules and admired
personalities he ignored completely.
This was the fourth such process,
and he knew by instinct that they had
disgracefully struck out in the
first three, so why listen?
Thus, unconscious anarchist of sorts.
The same in golf to acceptable results.
He continued to obey Ruby, who
transcended mere ideas.
Labels: anarchy, golf, marriage, process, reorganization, simplifying, thinking
Wednesday, August 09, 2017
The Circle
Thinking too weirdly
brought the request
to cease. Easy enough
to just pretend to.
It eased, then
asked to help
with those
who stray. But
who am I
to shift others
to my shape? It
all worked out
though. That is
until everything
unrecognizable,
and everyone.
Can it go on
this new way?
What?
ask they.
Labels: authority, change, conforming, creativity, new, reorganization, reshaping, shape-shifting
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Reorganization X
Management: This just came down!
-Every department must do some innovation!
-Or fake it?
-If performed well.
-And if a department does nothing but its
usual appointed task?
-Sent the way of dead entities.
-And later sold? Into Slavery?
-They should be that lucky!
Labels: business, business practice, department, reorganization, Slavery
Thursday, May 05, 2016
Reasonable Coherence
The new reorganization philosophy in an office
that had last suffered through
Team First!
RC sought sensible outcomes through sensible means,
and with personnel not bending themselves like Gumby.
Tough sell, though, by Mr Carkswell, brought in to institute it.
Mrs Carkswell's first husband was Farmer Joe, deceased.
That couple seemed to have Reasonable Coherence built in.
Anyway, she got up before Carkswell did and baked a box of
chocolate chip cookies.
Said box still warm on the train, which nearly went collectively
mad with the aroma.
Staff went ravenous, and each dropped in to his office with
a phony question re Reasonable Coherence.
The next week, Farmer Joes, a sort of molasses cookie.
To his memory also, she tossed in a shot of his moonshine.
After this, Peanut Butters cinched the deal. She ground her own.
Berts and Mongo started the office mantra, when they laughingly
said to Carkswell “We will do your will!”
Then others said the same, not laughing.
Anything could go too far. Example: the spotted box which Carkswell repeatedly used had been stolen, and some say eaten.
He didn't worry. Could scale everything back, using the principles
of Reasonable Coherence.
But, of course, the cookies had to continue at any rate.
A shiny new box each week was the compromise.
Labels: appetite, cookies, morale, office, reorganization, reorganization fatigue, workplace
Saturday, June 06, 2015
In and Out
Our whole company involved The Box. You stayed
locked in, or burst out.
That is you did things traditional, Steady-Eddie, or
you innovated.
Most of us stuck with good ole Eddie.
The innovators could get wild! A crazy bunch.
The whole business proved workable for most
companies, but ours, finally, got stuck.
At first, this handled by everybody going into
the community one day a week. But, such action
turned out wretchedly since the community
harbored hatred, but didn't have a way to fully
express it until now.
In the Board Emergency Meeting, Dr Renslow
shouted "What we need is The Man on Horseback!"
Thus we got Carlos...then a string of ten names.
Cadiz royalty of sorts, and Olympic Equestrian.
We pasted to HQ windows the day he rode in, accoutered
in silver, on his pale horse.
Well, he was interested in only half the work force,
the women.
A big scandal followed many petty ones, and out he
galloped, an embracing female assistant in back of him.
Nude. Yes, that’s what I said.
New CEO, Rhodine Dirks, aka The Ax Woman!
She went so far with it, she fired herself!
This much chaos, the Master of All Chaos had
to step in: The Government!
So we really work for Uncle now! And are
therefore subject to the scathings of
Congressional Committees.
The Republicans praise the box dwellers:
rock-ribbed, American Values, etc.
They damn the burster-outers as Socialists,
responsible for the ills of the company and
the world.
The Democrats came in and put through an
anti-hierarchy bill. Now we have no positions
of authority. But, no, we don't call each other
Comrade!
The Next Chapter? Well, there can't be one, really.
Just been named a Department. And now a cabinet
seat for the former Sad Randolph, The Totally
Defunct and Ragged Cowboy Clown.
He’ll be the best cabinet officer ever, no contest!
Labels: Cabinet, CEO, Democrat, employee, firing, government takeover, innovation, Man On Horseback, organization, reorganization, Republican
Friday, March 07, 2014
Vision Thing
The Company
-We lacked vision.
-That word again?
-Just putting out fires and keeping our heads above water and...
-...add your own cliche. Then send it up the flagpole!
-So they sent in a Visionary!
-Serious as a heat attack! And he, of course, proceeded to fuck
everything up completely!
-We finally got his ass fired! And now we’re putting out the
multitudinous fires HE ignited!
-Fifth time through same cycle for me. Time to retire.
-Why is the new thing always an old thing?
-Ask God.
-Why him? He’s always screwing us up with his own brand of vision.
-You’ll burn in hell!
-Oh? Excuse me! Thought that’s what this was.
Labels: CEO, chaos, Hell, putting out fires, reorganization, vision
