When I was a boy attending elementary school in the 1960s,
it was a common occurrence for someone to ask, "What do you want to be
when you grow up, young man?" The responses were pretty much
boilerplate: policeman, fireman, soldier, sailor, football star, etc. I
don't recall anyone answering, "I want to make the best high-performance
gears and gear-related products for the power transmission industry."
But that's what I do. I'm a production monkey in a
gear factory. There's a caste system in place within the organization
reflected by salary: the bottom rung of the totem pole is support personnel,
followed by production. Above them are the tradesmen, then managers, then
engineers, then executives. The great Brahman high priest of this system
is the CEO.
The amazing thing about this structure is that in order to
be a production monkey, you have to acquire basic knowledge of gears.
That's true even of support people. It's obviously true of
engineers. But you can be the CEO with complete ignorance of the
complexity and physics of our product line.
This is my 27th year at the plant. I can remember the
names of 12 CEOs during my tenure, but there have been 13. I think the
longest one lasted six years, but the average works out to 2.08 years.
Each one shows up with his own game plan of how he's going to turn the
business around. They bring their cronies with them to establish the new
leadership team.
A friend of mine who's a design engineer once gave a
presentation to a new leadership team, and their response exhibited abject
ignorance of the dynamics of our industry. So he elucidated the
situation:
This is a specialized
industry. We have machinists out there who have been plying their trade for
over 30 years and they're still honing their skills today. We have engineers
who live, breathe, eat and sleep gear-tooth geometry. Nobody else in the
industry is capable of doing what we do, only because of our knowledge-base.
You guys drift into a company
with absolutely no idea of what we're doing, look at the profit margin, shake
up the milk, skim the cream off the top, then move on down the road to destroy
another company.
If those guys out on the floor
operated like you do – stick-and-move every 3 years – this company couldn't
operate. It's their combined dedication, experience and expertise that feeds
your family and pads your retirement account. They are the host. You are the
parasites. Yet you have no consideration nor respect for them.
And why would they? That's how a caste system
operates. The "untouchables" are not worthy of the high caste's
regard. Once you garner an MBA, you are the Oracle of Delphi. No
one else's input matters.
The Company has been in existence for nigh on 100 years.
During that period, some traditions have been established: the Athletic
Association has a social function twice a year, subsidized by the Company.
The employees receive a bonus just before Christmas. The vending
machines in the break areas and the cafeteria are subsidized to keep
refreshments affordable. There is an annual banquet for employees who
have 25 years' seniority.
Over the last decade, these traditions have been abandoned
by the Company. The Christmas bonus was replaced with a free turkey
(which was replaced with a coupon for a turkey at a local merchant). The
turkey was replaced with a gift card. Last year, there was nothing.
Not even a greeting card.
The Athletic Association was dissolved, and the biannual
social was replaced with an annual company picnic. The vending
machines are no longer subsidized.
The latest of the perquisites to fall was company
sponsorship of the 25-Year Club. They're no longer interested in honoring
those who feed their families and pad their retirement accounts.
Though I'm a lowly production monkey, I've had the
privilege of rubbing elbows with peons from other companies across the nation.
I've gleaned from my experience that executives are lemmings. In
the 1980s, you could sell any business model to any billionaire by claiming,
"That's how Walmart did it." In the '90s, you could sell
Six-Sigma by claiming, "That's how Motorola and GE did it." And
over the entire span, you could sell Lean Manufacturing by claiming,
"That's how Toyota did it."
That's great, Mr. Lemming, but if you study Lean
Manufacturing (which all of industry is currently under the spell of), you'll
discover that it is predicated upon "respect for people." When
you dispense with all of their time-honored traditions merely because they are
not financially expedient in the short term, or because they don't orbit around
you, you demonstrate contempt toward your subordinates.
You have dissolved the foundation of the edifice you're
attempting to erect. Respect is reciprocal. How much loyalty and
dedication can you legitimately expect from those whose dignity you have
trounced?
I'm not speaking only to my company. All the lemmings
are headed over the same cliff. Until they've replaced their diligent and
loyal employees with robots, they would do well to consider their humanity.
What example do the employees get?
Even robots will require oil and maintenance. So do
the diligent human drones who feed the executive's family.
By the grace of God, America will be made great again.
But it will not be at the hands of those who dismiss the humanity of
their employees as superfluous. Nothing awaits lemmings but the base of a
cliff.
Mike
VanOuse is a Factoryjack (one who works in a factory) from Indiana.
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