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Tale # 30
Dept: All-Staff Score: 389
Dec 12th 2005 Submitted by Tractor Man
“The Principle of the Thing”
A donut My family runs a small tractor and power equipment dealership. We are faced with dealing with the power of a world-wide tractor company. We have to follow all their little rules. They instituted a new program for certification for all their dealerships and I was in charge of taking pictures of the shop and the employees and filling out a bunch of "self test" questions in their nice three ring binder they sent us.

I was still in college at the time so I worked on this through my Christmas break knowing that it had to be in by the first of the year and that our warranty and parts reimbursements would be completely based on our self test certification. I was probably the first dealer in America to get all materials in and was so proud of my work.

8 months later the company starts giving my Grandfather a fit about not being certified. All eyes now stare at me. Long story short, the notebook sat on a service reps desk for 8 months untouched and we had been getting shorter margins all year on work we had done for the company. My Grandfather rode two hours into the big city where the company was. He went through the cubicle farms and brought as many people as he could into their giant meeting room with a table and chairs that were probably worth more than our houses. They, of course, started in with the "we're sorry" treatment when he hushed them quickly and said, "Look, it's not the priciple of the thing, IT'S THE MONEY!" We were completely compensated. LINK
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Tale # 29
Dept: All-Staff Score: 281
Dec 12th 2005 Submitted by Marky Lazer
“Money for Meetings”
A donut When you were a minute late at work, our clocking system would notice and you didnít get paid for the full hour, but for forty-five minutes. In the past people came late and this was the only solutionÖ

Every first Saturday of the month, we had a kick-off meeting. All the employees would turn up an hour before we were supposed to start, and talked about the great things we accomplished in the past month, and the things that needed to improve. You got a free cup of tea. No salary.

I refused to show up at the meeting if I didnít get the money I deserved. Itís a two-way story, I said to my line manager. I was not amused.

Every week, there was a half-four meeting on Friday with some special departments that worked close together. My line-manager put me on the list to attend them and if I didnít go, he would have a reason to sack me. What he forgot was my argument for not showing up, and he also forgot that these meetings counted as work time, providing me with an extra hour of salary in the week. The only thing I did was smile and nip my tea. LINK
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Tale # 27
Dept: All-Staff Score: 438
Dec 6th 2005 Submitted by Anonymous
“Afternoon Tea”
A donut I worked on a shared floor combining Internal Communications, Risk, and ourselves (Marketing). Our team, though small in number, was great in volume.

We used to have a tea lady who would take a snack trolley to each floor of our 40 storey corporate head office. This sounds nice, but it was actually a ploy to stop employees leaving for an afternoon sugar hit, thereby reducing productivity.

As she exited the lift on each floor, she would ring a little bell on her trolley and sing out "afternoooon teeeeaaaa". Our team would loudly sing along to the "teeeeaaa" part. This went on for about ten months until one day someone from the Risk department asked us to stop singing along with the tea lady as it was disrupting the rest of the floor. They then made a complaint to catering about the tea lady's singing and now she is only allowed to softly ring the bell - just once - them must remain silent for the rest of the duration that she is on our floor.
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Tale # 26
Dept: Sales & Marketing Score: 1306
Dec 6th 2005 Submitted by Anonymous
“The Importance of the Envelope”
A donut I work in an advertising agency, which essentially means that I can go drinking during the day and write it off as "research". A while ago we were pitching a critical campiagn to a BIG client, the biggest client this agency had. Most of our jobs depended upon keeping these guys happy.

So we were talking them through the boring direct mail part of the campaign when we came to the envelope colour. We had recommended orange... they decided that they liked green. We politely explained that the envelope was orange to ensure consistency with all the other elements of the campaign. They insisted that they wanted a green envelope.

Normally we'd stress why orange was important, but in the interests of keeping the client happy, we'd let them get their way. But something strange happened this time....this evolved from a simple debate to a fully fledged argument. Senior art directors presented their case, the creative director spent the next 48 hours in envelope meetings (at $300/hr!), the MD stepped in. All us lowly suits were made to work 20 hour days piecing together all the orange collateral we could collect from the past two years' worth of campaigns. Finally the agency paid for a shrink, who specialised in colour symbolism to present the case for The Orange Envelope.

Eventually we reached a compromise: green outside and orange inside. The client got what they wanted, and we charged them an extra $12,800 in head hours, so the whole thing was worth it. LINK
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Tale # 25
Dept: Management Score: 518
Dec 4th 2005 Submitted by Omni
“Rubber Elephant Stamp of Disillusionment”
A donut A colleague of mine had to cover for the boss while he was on leave. She did an outstanding job, everyone agreed, introducing a few new things to smooth out communications as well as managing to get the rest of her work done to its usual exemplary standard.

Boss gets back from leave and is suitably impressed that not only is everything running smoothly but staff moral is higher than ever. So he suggests to his boss that she get a special mention in the greater team meeting.

These special mentions are called "Gold Stars." Yup, do a great job and you don't get a bonus or a pay rise or time off, you get a... gold star.

But clearly this isn't insulting enough. During the team meeting, the uber boss is making mention of people who have done well, mentioning the work they had done and how this has benefited the team.

She gets to my colleague and says, "And this award to [Sally] is for... no reason in particular! Well done, [Sally]."

I just looked at my colleague, trying to keep a straight face for the rest of the meeting. All the things she had done and they couldn't remember one of them for the meeting.

Oh, and she's supposed to get a tacky gold star for her desk, but it's been several months and nobody has ever seen one.

I don't think she's holding her breath. LINK
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