A young man trained to be the best manager he could be, he studied all the psychology books, enrolled on management college courses and gained an insurmountable knowledge base of how to manage people and a business… he was indeed the epitome of managerial excellence.
It goes without saying that he obtained success in his career, gaining middle management status within a large multinational organisation and responsibility for a team of over 60 staff. Life was definitely good for the manager extraordinaire.
One day the company had ordered a reshuffle of its products and services and the staff within them, ‘No one will be missed in the restructure’ came the directors statement. The manager extraordinaire had put in many hours of quality productive work for the company and secretly did not worry about the reshuffle for he was their number one, the whole company would fold if he hadn’t brought his unique flair to their department, so worry he was definitely not going to do.
Bit by bit staff were either moved to new jobs or on to pastures new outside of the company, some were very sad for losing their identity within the organisation and others were ecstatic for gaining their freedom. The manager extraordinaire could not think one way or the other as he picked up a pile of papers and made his way towards the run down photocopier whilst the director waved his index finger in his direction and called out, ‘Mines black, no sugar…don’t forget…double sided for those docs…oh, could you pick my suit up from the dry cleaners this afternoon…oh don’t forget the toilet brush needs putting back in the gents’.
The reshuffle was swift, the reshuffle was brutal, it was happening everywhere in the country, businesses were cost cutting every which way. The manager extraordinaire stood still, took a deep breath and stared longingly out of the window wondering about all the training he had put himself through to get to where he was before reaching his current predicament, surely it must all count for something, surely it can’t have all been for nothing. He puffed out his chest, placed the papers neatly on the table beside the photocopier, looked the director straight in the eye and walked towards him proudly like a man on a mission to declare his hand and reap his just desserts. Standing in front of the director his palms started to feel warm and clammy as he leaned forward to give him a piece of his mind,
‘Just getting the brush sir, its in my bottom drawer’, the manager extraordinaire whimpered.
‘Hey its a good job you’re so flexible about all this, damned reshuffle, gotta do ten peoples jobs in one, oh before I forget could you get me a ham and cheese sandwich from the canteen, I’m famished’