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Cox had a difference of 20,000 and each of the others were increased by 9,000 each.”
“I think you better give me those lists back.”
“Sure. But Jay’s on his way back down here to get the lists to finish his report to Cox. And he’s the one who noticed the differences.”
“Make him copies then.” He hung up.
Yessir. Right away sir. I passed Jay in the hall on my way to the photocopier room. “Follow me. Didrickson wants the originals of these and I’ll make you a copy.”
The next couple of hours were spent creating paper. Agendas for the upcoming board and committee meetings, indexes for the binders of materials, drafting resolutions for the board to approve. Paper, paper and more paper. Baffle ‘em with bullshit. Most of the documents I started on were full of holes, ready for Didrickson to fill in the blanks. I made sure a current date and time were printed on the draft documents. Didrickson would soon start passing the documents around to Oakes and Cox for their input and we needed to be sure we were always working on the same draft. Chris Oakes never focused on anything until the last minute and was usually working on draft #2 when the rest of us were working on #5. I especially enjoyed receiving his comments on the documents two days after the meetings were over.
I ran into Tom James when I was getting my fifth cup of coffee since lunch.
“Tom, nice tie,” I said with a straight face. He puffed up his chest. It was a nice tie, but this was the way Tom and I started off every conversation. It was expected that I would compliment Tom on his tie, or his suit, or whatever, and I think I had now complimented him on this particular tie about sixty times. Our man of substance. I was surprised to see Tom in the office this late in the day. Normally, he leaves at lunch to go to his gym for a workout and if he comes back, it’s only to impress Oakes.
“What are you doing in the office so late in the day?” I teased. “I thought Oakes was out of town.” Tom looked insulted. It didn’t work with me.
“He was. He flew back this afternoon and we’ve got a meeting.”
“Yeah? Good for you. Putting in overtime for this?” I laughed. Tom looked a little confused. He knew no-one got paid overtime in this organization and as the vice president in charge of human resources I could see his brain working to try and remember this.
“Forget it Tom,” I said. I teased him because I could. Kind of like, why does a dog lick his balls? Because he can. Why do I tease Tom James? Because I can. He’s such an easy target.
“So what’s so important on a Friday afternoon? You and Oakes deciding on a tee time?” I grinned.
“We’re going over the personnel stuff on the acquisition of Marshton Systems. Deciding on who goes where. Who keeps their jobs. You know.” Tom puffed up his chest a little when he said this.
Oh, this was good dirt. Amazing what these guys will share with me. I live for this stuff. Actually, it’s the only interesting thing in this job. The speculation. The rumours. The politics. My brain works a mile a minute trying to keep one step ahead of everyone by putting together everything they tell me. Bits and pieces, here and there. And before you know it, I know what’s going to happen before they do. I do most of my speculation with Vee and between the two of us we re-organize the company on a monthly basis. The way we think it should work. And eventually, the powers that be catch up with us and everything falls into place. We joke that in another life we’ll be management consultants. With the information that Vee’s privy to working for the Chairman of the Board, and the information all the guys share with me, we know everything that’s going on in the company. As much as it’s a game with us to speculate and play around with the information, we keep the information between the two of us. We’re professional enough to know that rumours have killed many a public company.
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“I think you better give me those lists back.”
“Sure. But Jay’s on his way back down here to get the lists to finish his report to Cox. And he’s the one who noticed the differences.”
“Make him copies then.” He hung up.
Yessir. Right away sir. I passed Jay in the hall on my way to the photocopier room. “Follow me. Didrickson wants the originals of these and I’ll make you a copy.”
The next couple of hours were spent creating paper. Agendas for the upcoming board and committee meetings, indexes for the binders of materials, drafting resolutions for the board to approve. Paper, paper and more paper. Baffle ‘em with bullshit. Most of the documents I started on were full of holes, ready for Didrickson to fill in the blanks. I made sure a current date and time were printed on the draft documents. Didrickson would soon start passing the documents around to Oakes and Cox for their input and we needed to be sure we were always working on the same draft. Chris Oakes never focused on anything until the last minute and was usually working on draft #2 when the rest of us were working on #5. I especially enjoyed receiving his comments on the documents two days after the meetings were over.
I ran into Tom James when I was getting my fifth cup of coffee since lunch.
“Tom, nice tie,” I said with a straight face. He puffed up his chest. It was a nice tie, but this was the way Tom and I started off every conversation. It was expected that I would compliment Tom on his tie, or his suit, or whatever, and I think I had now complimented him on this particular tie about sixty times. Our man of substance. I was surprised to see Tom in the office this late in the day. Normally, he leaves at lunch to go to his gym for a workout and if he comes back, it’s only to impress Oakes.
“What are you doing in the office so late in the day?” I teased. “I thought Oakes was out of town.” Tom looked insulted. It didn’t work with me.
“He was. He flew back this afternoon and we’ve got a meeting.”
“Yeah? Good for you. Putting in overtime for this?” I laughed. Tom looked a little confused. He knew no-one got paid overtime in this organization and as the vice president in charge of human resources I could see his brain working to try and remember this.
“Forget it Tom,” I said. I teased him because I could. Kind of like, why does a dog lick his balls? Because he can. Why do I tease Tom James? Because I can. He’s such an easy target.
“So what’s so important on a Friday afternoon? You and Oakes deciding on a tee time?” I grinned.
“We’re going over the personnel stuff on the acquisition of Marshton Systems. Deciding on who goes where. Who keeps their jobs. You know.” Tom puffed up his chest a little when he said this.
Oh, this was good dirt. Amazing what these guys will share with me. I live for this stuff. Actually, it’s the only interesting thing in this job. The speculation. The rumours. The politics. My brain works a mile a minute trying to keep one step ahead of everyone by putting together everything they tell me. Bits and pieces, here and there. And before you know it, I know what’s going to happen before they do. I do most of my speculation with Vee and between the two of us we re-organize the company on a monthly basis. The way we think it should work. And eventually, the powers that be catch up with us and everything falls into place. We joke that in another life we’ll be management consultants. With the information that Vee’s privy to working for the Chairman of the Board, and the information all the guys share with me, we know everything that’s going on in the company. As much as it’s a game with us to speculate and play around with the information, we keep the information between the two of us. We’re professional enough to know that rumours have killed many a public company.
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