TALKING INTO IMAGINARY PHONE
I say, Bob, this is Dave. I got a couple
a quick questions for you about the new org chart...
He says, "You know
who you should be talkin' to? I'm gonna let you talk to someone in Strategic Marketing,
they can give you the scoop on some of these changes."
PAUSES, LOOKING
INTO IMAGINARY PHONE
A little later, maybe six hours, someone comes on the
line. Doris, who I don't know from Adam. But I don't get upset, I say, "Doris,
about this new org chart..." and she says "Oh, yeah, you want to talk to
someone in Field Marketing." And puts me on hold.
HOLDS UP FIVE FINGERS,
TICKS OFF NAMES ON FINGERS
I talked to field marketing. They had me call
corporate marketing, who had me call major accounts marketing, who put me in touch
with product marketing, who got me to call product ops marketing...
FLEXES
FIST, CLOSES EYES, SLOWLY AND WITH GREAT EFFORT RELAXES
I mean: GUYS! That's
a lotta marketing, okay? I hang up the phone...look through the memos I've gotten
over the past month, tryin to get a clue: THIS THICK, the thing was, and I don't
got time for that.
GETTING MADDER AND MADDER
Come on, Denny: who's
in charge here? You gotta different program every month...new rules, a new comp
plan ...and on top of that it's like I gotta call triple A every time I gotta find
my way through some new org chart.
You want us to be team players, fine.
That's the way the game's played nowadays. But don't you think it'd be a good idea
if I at least maybe knew who was on my team?
CALMS DOWN AGAIN
All right,
now that's all I'm gonna say, I don't wanna get my blood pressure all bent out of
shape over this.
PICKS UP PHONE
But from now on, let's leave the
alphabet soup back home on the stove, all right? And don't make me talk to seventeen
different kinds of marketing guys every time one of my guys asks me a question.
I got enough problems dealing with the people in my own region.
TO PHONE
All
right, I'm ready, put her through. No, it can't wait, it's gotta be done today,
her pension kicks in at the end of the week. I gotta fire her now, get her out of
here before it costs me.
WAITS A FEW SECONDS, THEN TO PHONE:
Yo, Mom...I
got some bad news for you...
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