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Notre CEO à un blog sur le site intranet de la boite, blog que je lis très religieusement tous les jours. Ca permet de savoir combien de fois on est restructuré par an (là j'ai perdu le compte 13 ou 14 je crois).
En plus c'est l'anniversaire de la création de celle ci (50 ans happy birthday!). Pour fêter cela la femme du créateur de ce qui était au début un regroupement de prof-chercheur d'Oxford (d'ou le nom) à écrit un livre sur son mari... je vous livre ex abrupto le début tel que présenté sur le blog de notre cher CEO:
How the philosophy of Oxford Instruments was born
Martin Wood’s first encounter with industry came when he was 15 years old. It was wartime, and in his long school holiday he was asked to take over the job his sister had just left at a small agricultural machinery factory. His task was to take a curved flat wooden part from the man on his right, drill six holes in it through a metal template, and pass it on to the man on his left. He soon found that he could drill two of the wooden parts at once, then three. Four was too many. Before the mid-morning tea break the man on his right was sweating to keep him supplied, and a small mountain of parts was encroaching on the territory of the man on his left. Both were distinctly cross.
At the end of the day he was called into the manager’s office, expecting praise for raising productivity to 300%. Instead he was told that he would only be paid seven pence halfpenny an hour instead of the eleven pence his sister received, because he was only 15.
Martin had encountered some basic issues of industrial management, which he never forgot. One was that there are few jobs where a little thought cannot improve efficiency, but that this depends on the whole team; and another, that treating employees as cogs in a machine and failing to give encouragement and praise where they are due, stifle enthusiasm and creativity.
Et la surtout à la lecture du dernier paragraphe... comment dire... de deux choses l'une soit c'est purement vrai et si Mr Wood revenait il y aurait des coups de pieds au cul qui ne seraient pas perdus pour tout le monde, soit on se fou réellement de la gueule des employés qui lisent cela, enfin moi je le vois comme cela...
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