The Haught guide to change managers
Every single word I write on these pages and in the pages of The Age and the Sydney Morning Herald is true. If my stories and accounts sound far-fetched, it is because I have lived a rich, kaleidoscopic life, replete with encounters that stretch the outer membrane of believability to near-breaking point and acquaintances living astride the boundary dividing Real Life and Cartoons.
But the margin dwellers – the loaf bowlers, the fishpond sippers, the scatalogically obsessed – always seem to die on their run in the Sublime Idiocy Stakes, passed in the last 200 metres by fast-finishing members of the nominal mainstream.
(Corporate) truth, it seems, is stranger than (what looks like, but isn’t) fiction:
What the eff?
I was working at a blimp manufacturer in the late 1960s when my boss called me into his office and said, “Jonathan, blimps aren’t the future.”
I said, “What the eff are you talking about, Jurgen? ‘Blimps are the effing future’ is the company’s effing motto, for eff’s sake.”
He told me to settle down and handed me a pfeffernusse biscuit and a newspaper. “No, this is the future,” he said. On the front page was a picture of a Concorde taking off. “It’s faster than sound.”
I was dubious, but the pfeffernusse had really mellowed me out. “So, what are you going to do?” I asked, sliding off my chair.
“I’m getting into eight-track cartridge manufacture. Supersonic travel and eight-tracks are the future,” he said. “And rotary phones.”
“Does this mean I’m fired?” I asked.
“No. I’m bringing in something called a change manager. Apparently he’ll help us all make the shift from dirigibles to audio devices,” he said.
The next day, a man burst into the hangar during lunch and said, “OK folks — end of the day, change comes down to four simple words: storming, forming, norming and perf-”
“GET OUT!” Jurgen screamed, before the change manager could finish. “Get out, you unctuous effing con man! You silver-tongued effing reprobate! You pestilent effing drivel merchant!” He literally kicked Buck in the buttocks to send him on his way (which I thought happened only in cartoons).
Jurgen was red-faced when he returned to the workbench. I offered him a pfeffernusse. “I take it you don’t think change management is the future,” I said.
We laughed for a long time.
This column first appeared in the Age and Sydney Morning Herald.
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The Grape Men quote of the day:
Grape Man 1: “Eh! EH! You drunk already?”
Grape Man 2: “What? What fuck you talking abouts? I only just walk in.”
Grape Man 1: “You stagger in here all like a big… fat… thing.”
Grape Man 2: “…I don’t know what that mean. You want you coffee or not?”
Grape Man 1: “I take my coffee, but I watch you. I watch you like snake watch… ”
Grape Man 2: “…what?”
Grape Man 1: “I gunna say… mouse.”
Grape Man 3: “Good choice. Mouse is good choice for that metaphor.”
Grape Man 2: “You going to get out of ute or am I need to pass coffee up to you, you majesty?”
Grape Man 1: “You pass up coffee, you bloody drunk!”
Grape Man 3: “You watch him! You watch him like snakes!”