We're So Sorry, Uncle Albert


If extreme beige is considered a color then the walls of the conference room were a shade long forgotten by the Crayola
® company.  Given the soft lighting, the rhythmic rocking of my unbalanced chair and the subject matter of the meeting, I was a little surprised to still be awake.

Management was bound and determined to demonstrate to the home office that the methods that saved Toyota® would improve the profit margin and eliminate waste at our local facility.  Numbers being magical entities that bend to our whims, the results were easy to manipulate, though it was still important to go through the motions and acquaint employees with the program.  You can’t pull a rabbit from a hat without at some point reaching one hand or the other below the brim.

Since daydreaming is much less conspicuous than sleeping, during the introduction I began to imagine what it would be like if Einstein worked where I do.

”We’ve examined your equation, E=mc²
, Albert, and after applying Lean principles, have decided, in order to save valuable time, to get rid of the ‘m’.”

”Excuse me?!” replies the genius, his eyes reflecting the same frantic chaos has his hair.

”The ‘m’”, his manager repeated.  “It’s got to go.”

”But you can’t just eliminate ‘mass’”, Einstein pleaded.

”Let’s leave religion out of this, Albert.  The fact is, cuts have to be made, and we here at Blunders & Drips adhere to the policy that no one is indispensable.”

The disheveled mathematician’s mustache is quivering so maliciously it threatens to slide off his lip.  In seeking a Unified Theory he hadn’t supposed that one resolution should be employed for every instance in every industry.  A holistic approach was tempting, but surely ethnic differences and religious preferences among employees, as well as regional considerations, might call for at least a review of the plan, regardless how successful it had been in Japan.  He had never really been much of a “joiner”.

The slide at the front of the conference room changed, suddenly, and with the speed of light my mind returns to the training session to hear, “Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Pinhole?”

Crap.

”Honestly”, I found myself answering, “I don’t have the energy for this, anymore.”


(This post is in response to the writing prompt on Terry Heath's blog.)




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