Kevin Mathews had just finished going over his notes from this morningâs supervisory conference when the door to his office opened and Steve Burrow entered.
âGot a minute?â Â Steve asked.
âWhatâs up?â Â replied Kevin.
âItâs about that meeting we attended today. Â I wanted your reactions to it. Â I think the old man has got a good point or two.â
âDo you mean about getting our troops in on decisions more?â
âYeah, and also that bit about us supervisors living in ivory towersânot being in touch with our people and their points of view.â
âSteve, I was just reviewing my notes on that meeting and trying to decide how to do it. Â You know, before Tarson took over as general manager, it was taboo to involve workers in management decisions. Â I have worked here six years and never consulted anyone when making decisions.â
âIâm new at it too. Â I hoped you could give me some pointers. Â I think the people in my department will be afraid to help me âcause Iâve never asked them for the time of day. Â On second thought, maybe we should forget about it.â
âIâd like to give it a try. Â Tarson gave us a list of problems that seem ideal for mutual consideration with our people. Â Did you take notes on the way to get going on them?â
âAs I recall, the chairperson does all the work. Â Youâve got to define the problem, do the research, pick out a room, and lead the meeting to a solution. Â It seems like it is more work to get workers in on a problem that it is to solve it yourself.â
âLook, Steve, Tarson wants us to do it, right? Â Well, I think what Iâm going to do is hold the meeting and lead them to the solution I think is best. Â You know, make up your mind first, then give the workers all the evidence you used to make the decision. Â Theyâll have to come out with the same decision you did. Â They will think they contributed, you will have done what Tarson wants, and the decision will be yours anyway. Â It all hinges on selling your point of view to the workers.â
âKevin, just suppose that they come up with a different decision. Â What do we do then?â
 âUh-oh,â thought Ken Schaefer.  âHere comes that blowhard from personnel, Samson.  If he corners me Iâll lose half an hour.â
âHi, Ken. Â Mind if I join you?â Â said Samson as he pulled up a chair.
Ken barely acknowledged Samsonâs presence and went on eating his lunch and reading the company newspaper.
âIâm glad I caught you, Ken. Â I was going to drop by your office today, but we can take care of matters now. Â Iâm worried about that opening youâve got. Â Itâs a job that has been vacant about thirty days and...â
Ken cut Samson off with a wave of his hand. Â âLook, Iâm really thinking about a lot of problems now, and I have a meeting in about an hour. Â We can talk shop in your office or mine. Â Just let me get through the paper and mull over a few things now, will you?â
âWell, itâs important that we discuss the opening because I think we have a lead on a good prospect. Â Seems she works for our competition and has been unhappy with her situation. Â Word has it that, for about $500 more than we paid he predecessor, she might jump on board. Â Now, I was hoping to bring her in on Friday morning. Â That will give us about two days to get things set up. Â Is that OKâI mean can you make time to interview her on Friday sometime?â
âWhatâs that, Sam?â Â asked Ken. Â âSorry, I was involved with this story on last nightâs game.â Â Ken kept reading.
âI want to bring the new prospect in on Friday. Â Is Friday good for you?â
âSure, Friday will be fine. Â Iâll call you, and we can discuss the opening. Â Gosh, look at the time! Â Iâve got to go. Â I need a few minutes to get ready for my meeting.â
As Ken gathered his things together and stood up to leave, Samson rose with him.
âNow she might not be able to come in on Friday, but I wonât know for certain until tomorrow,â said Samson.
On his way back to his office, Ken began to collect his thoughts. Â âThat Samson really ticks me off. Â Heâs like a bad pennyâkeeps popping up. Â Try to enjoy your lunch and that jerk shows up. Â Ever since we had that run-in over Suzieâs dismissal, Iâve hated his guts. . . .What was it he was rambling on about? Â Something about Friday. Â Oh, well, knowing Samson, heâll check with me before then. Â If not, Iâll drop by his office and see whatâs bothering him.â