This parable from the world of business might help
elucidate some of the current machinations that confound the casual observer.
Once upon a time, at Southern Technology Enterprise Manufacturing
(STEM), dapper and successful CEO Arthur Visionary assembles his entire
management team for a meeting to make a corporate proclamation. There’s a lot of conversation abuzz throughout
the attendees who are frankly a bit uneasy about what the big man has in
mind. With a trumpet sound blaring from
his omnipresent Blackberry, Visionary clears his throat and begins.
“I’ve called you all here today to talk about the best
way for us to move forward against the intense competition threatening to make
us irrelevant. We’re going to identify
the best and the brightest young talent we can find and create an internship
program in order to give them responsibility, mold their minds and then reward
them handsomely for successful completion.
In fact, to make this new venture even more effective, anyone we enroll
in it is going to have a jumpstart on the big dollars he or she deserve as a
reward for their achievements and their talent.
In the long run we’re going to have people beating down our door to get
into this program. And if we're smart, we'll lock 'em up into long term contracts guaranteeing our success!”
Applause, huzzahs and congratulations abound from
everyone assembled in the Board Room at this announcement. What better way to drive the company forward
but to make it desirable for young people to work there and to get rewarded for
their development!
Fast forward a few years and now STEM is helmed by newcomer
Peter Myopia. He also is ready to make a
corporate announcement and the management team is far more anxious this time
than they were during the Visionary regime.
Times have gotten tougher, corners are being cut and pennies are being
pinched. With a clip of Miley Cyrus’ “Wrecking
Ball” emanating from his gold iPhone, the movers and shakers settle down to see
what their fearless leader has to say.
“Ladies and gentleman, it’s no secret that we’re getting
our asses kicked and have been in a downward spiral for the past several
years. Desperate times call for
desperate measures, and I think it’s time we abandon John Visionary’s
internship entitlement program. If you
want to earn a living, then prove you belong here. You’ll make your money but only when we say
you will.”
Nervous chatter and murmuring swells to a dull roar until
finally one intrepid soul named Steve Diplomacy tentatively raises his hand to
ask a clarifying question.
“Mr. Myopia, while we understand the realities of the
economy and all, how are we going to replenish our talent if not by promoting
the best and the brightest? Won’t our
competitors snatch them all up?”
“You’re fired, Mr. Diplomacy! I’m not an idiot, but apparently you
are. Didn’t you read the employment
contracts before you opened your yap?
The fresh talent are in effect our indentured servants for the first
several years of their employment career.
We can do with them what we will.
And if they decide they don’t want to work for us, guess what? They can’t work for anyone else either! Bwahh ha ha!”
Now the room is positively frantic trying to figure out
the direction their fearless leader has in mind. Before long one of the long term VPs named Frank
Parachute speaks his mind.
“That’s all well and good, Mr. Myopia, but what does that
say to other prospective employees, let alone our own EXISTING employees that
we would manipulate the system that way.
Isn’t that counterproductive?”
Myopia slams his fist on the podium and says, “You’re
lucky you’ve been here so long, Parachute, or you’d be following Mr. Diplomacy
onto the unemployment line. You don’t
get it! We can still recruit the best
and the brightest. We just won’t pay
them until we’re damned good and ready.
In the interim, we can fill those empty jobs with has-beens and
never-wases that won’t bankrupt the organization with bonuses and long term
contract demands because, well, they’re not good enough to warrant them.”
Now the room is positively shaking in incredulity but no
one seems to have the courage to say anything for fear of what Myopia will do
to them. At that point the door opens
and an intern named Gwen Crocodile brings in some fresh coffee and cleans up
the empty cups littering the table. Myopia
seizes on the opportunity and puts his arm around Gwen's shoulder.
“Look, people, take a good look at young Ms. Crocodile
here. We plucked her out of obscurity,
and while she doesn’t totally embarrass the organization, she only costs us
minimum wage. We don’t have to worry
about a bonus because she wasn’t good enough for Visionary’s obsolete internship
program anyway. We were able to hire her directly into our organization with no worries about money down the road
because she’s not going anywhere. Don’t
you see how much money we’re saving by having lightweights like Crocodile
around here?”
Gwen shakes herself free from Myopia’s grasp and glares
at him. With a shaky voice she says, “Are you fucking serious? I
may not ever be one of your superstar performers, but I’m talking to a lot of
them here and at your competitors. They’re
all telling me the same thing. Why would
they want to come work for a company who artificially delays the start of their
careers in order to save a few bucks 2-3 years down the road? There’s no guarantee they’ll even perform
well enough to earn it. Furthermore,
they’re not stupid. They’ll remember who
screwed them out of their money. The
very first day they’re eligible to bolt, they will. And then what will you have achieved, Mr.
Myopia? You have to train a whole new
crop of lightweights like me to do their job because you don’t get a crack at superstars
every day, do you?”
“You’re fired, too, Crocodile!
Anyone else want to offer up their informed opinion? No?
Thank you very much. Don’t let
the door hit you in the ass on the way out!”
Five years later they’re teaching a very popular case
study at the Wharton School of Business on “How Myopia Led to the Demise of STEM”.
In fact, it’s so popular it’s only
available to the best and the brightest students in their second year of
study. They’re called the Super
Twos.
5 comments:
What he say....
Watching this team can be awfully frustrating. First we hear they want to get Wilmer Flores some time at SS. Then Ruben Tejada goes down with an injury. Do they start Flores at short? No, they bring in my El Paso compadre Omar Quintanilla whose capabilities (such as they are) should already be quite familiar to the man in charge. Now, when the games have no meaning whatsoever, is when you need to play Flores every inning of every day to see whether the pipe dream of him manning SS is just that, or if it could morph into reality. Instead, Collins starts a new trend by inserting Wilmer as the late inning anti-defensive replacement. You can't make this stuff up. I could see playing Seratelli as he is an unknown, but what else are you going to learn about the Q-man?
Bill Bernstein commented on your post.
Bill wrote: ""Fairy Tale" is right. IF there were no draft, so kids could choose a team to sign with; AND if the Mets were the only team with a Super 2 policy, this MIGHT make sense. Since neither of these are real, it's pure fantasy.
It's so easy to disprove this notion. Take a look at today's opposition. Not only did Freddie Freeman manage to break camp with the Braves as a rookie, but so did his teammates Julio Teheran, Evan Gattis and Jason Heyward. It seems the model for a winning franchise doesn't play this obvious and ridiculous Super Two game.
Both Rafael Montero and Noah Syndergaard are ready and, if the Mets operated financially like a 'normal big market team', this whole Super 2 crap would mean nothing.
The 2014 rotation would already be the talk of the league, and that's without Harvey.
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