Asthmatic Atlas on Nostr: So. The telephone company, in a remote midwest county, was organizing its 3 teams to ...
So.
The telephone company, in a remote midwest county, was organizing its 3 teams to install telephone poles in a new location.
They required daily check-ins of the team leaders to see how the job was going, and bonuses would also be based on the number of poles installed, as well as the straightness of the same.
On day one, in 10 hours, there were mixed results, which would surprise no one who has ever run a business.
The regional manager, Frank, was a reasonable, and precise fellow, who regularly saw to it that his teams met the goals that headquarters set forth for the year; his approach had worked very well so far.
Team 1 checked in, crew chief Jeff reported, “Boss, we got 15 poles installed.”
Frank: “That’s excellent Jeff! That put us ahead on VanHosenstein road! At that rate, you’ll be far enough ahead to let your crew take Friday off!”
Jeff: “We’re on it Boss! No worries! Full speed ahead!”
Team 2 checked in, crew chief Olie reporting, “Heya dair boss! We kinda gots held up on da job, onlee got 10 poles in, onnacownt of da rocky groun an all.”
Frank: “Olie, that really is no surprise. Highview road is on that glacial till, plum full of rocks! We’ll buy you guys a round at Georgie’s pub on Friday for all the hard work!”
Finally, team 3 checked in, Clem Knutson reporting. The line was silent for awhile, and Frank’s first thought was that the cell service had failed the call, but he tried anyway:
“Clem, you there?”
“Huh? What? Oh, yeah, I’m here.”
“How many?”
“Whaddya mean, how many?”
“How many telephone poles did you guys get in today?”
“Well…one.”
“One?”
“That’s what I said. One”
“Really.”
“Yep. Done good too! And…say…you really need to have a talk with the other guys…”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, they think they’re so great and all, but I don’t see how shirking on quality represents the brand so well.”
“What do you mean Clem?”
“Well, after we finished today, I drove down their lines to check on them, and they might as well start over…all their poles are sticking 2/3rds the way outta the ground!…
…
hello?….Frank…?….hello…?”
The telephone company, in a remote midwest county, was organizing its 3 teams to install telephone poles in a new location.
They required daily check-ins of the team leaders to see how the job was going, and bonuses would also be based on the number of poles installed, as well as the straightness of the same.
On day one, in 10 hours, there were mixed results, which would surprise no one who has ever run a business.
The regional manager, Frank, was a reasonable, and precise fellow, who regularly saw to it that his teams met the goals that headquarters set forth for the year; his approach had worked very well so far.
Team 1 checked in, crew chief Jeff reported, “Boss, we got 15 poles installed.”
Frank: “That’s excellent Jeff! That put us ahead on VanHosenstein road! At that rate, you’ll be far enough ahead to let your crew take Friday off!”
Jeff: “We’re on it Boss! No worries! Full speed ahead!”
Team 2 checked in, crew chief Olie reporting, “Heya dair boss! We kinda gots held up on da job, onlee got 10 poles in, onnacownt of da rocky groun an all.”
Frank: “Olie, that really is no surprise. Highview road is on that glacial till, plum full of rocks! We’ll buy you guys a round at Georgie’s pub on Friday for all the hard work!”
Finally, team 3 checked in, Clem Knutson reporting. The line was silent for awhile, and Frank’s first thought was that the cell service had failed the call, but he tried anyway:
“Clem, you there?”
“Huh? What? Oh, yeah, I’m here.”
“How many?”
“Whaddya mean, how many?”
“How many telephone poles did you guys get in today?”
“Well…one.”
“One?”
“That’s what I said. One”
“Really.”
“Yep. Done good too! And…say…you really need to have a talk with the other guys…”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, they think they’re so great and all, but I don’t see how shirking on quality represents the brand so well.”
“What do you mean Clem?”
“Well, after we finished today, I drove down their lines to check on them, and they might as well start over…all their poles are sticking 2/3rds the way outta the ground!…
…
hello?….Frank…?….hello…?”