Everyone wants to think they’re in charge. Some sales and marketing departments think they’re in charge. Some think manufacturing is in charge and some think purchasing and supply chain is in charge.
In the vast city known as Candy-Land (protecting the real company name) there existed but only three gangs who had divvy-up the city and totally controlled it. All three not only ruled their territories with tyrannical deceit and ruthlessness but were often at war with each other at one time or another. If only the feuds were about something constructive but always more personal between the gang leaders then anything else. There was one gang known as Creations and they were ruthless but more civilized of the three in their approach. Their mission was to make the “product” and dry it before transporting the product to the bins.
The other two gangs were constantly at each other’s throats with skirmishes popping up a few times a week not so much from the gang members hating each other, they did but the leaders despised each other. The leader of the gang called the Wrappers was Pete the sweet a very ugly, short and vulgar man. Across town, where the gang the DC ruled their leader, Raoul who was tall, muscular and good looking spoke softly since he was a former boxer and often let his fists carry the conversation. As I said, the two didn’t get along at all and were constantly in full-blown shouting matches right in full view of everyone mano y mano.
The Wrappers were an interesting bunch. They would take the dried product from the bins and get it ready for transport to the buyers by packaging it in nice colorful paper of all sizes from one pound boxes to 100 pounds bags to attract as many buyers as possible. Pete the sweet had illusions of grandeur as he believed he could tell people in the other gangs what to do or how to do it so it wouldn’t affect his gang in their quest to meet packaging goals and his bonus. This interference enraged the other leaders but really angered Raoul no end who may have taken a punch to many as he believed he should be in charge of all the territories.
The games afoot:
When the DC was having problems with the ASRS (read The Company Hostage) and stopped the putaway of pallets of packaged product into storage this enraged Pete the sweet as having people standing around drove him crazy. So he decided to go to the DC and tell them how to fix the problem and get it going. He huffed and he puffed, he threatened and he intimidated, but it all fell on deaf ears since we were already busy doing what we needed to do. It was easy to ignore him since Raoul had told us earlier to ignore Pete and then call to update him but what really made it easy was our gang really didn’t like the Wrappers so when he went directly to the workers they took pleasure in ignoring him as well and made Pete even angrier when he heard, you’re not my boss.
On the off shifts, when Pete wasn’t around had instructed his lieutenants to climb out of their trees and confront us on what was happening in the DC every time the packaging lines stopped. We ignored them too or just outright lied on how long it would be down just to really send them into a frenzy as they then had to call and wake Pete at home to update him and he wasn’t so sweet. He would call the ASRS room where of course they also ignored him but more because they were busy working to get the system back up and running.
There was no team building going on here unless you want to call telling your gang to ignore the leaders of other gangs team building. I watched as lots of walls were erected between departments as each was surrounded in its own secrecy and not daring to allow anyone else to know their plans for that day, week or month all within the same plant. The current owners, an investment company, still searching for a buyer had no idea how to handle the situation and didn’t want to invest let alone lose any more money and sent out this one and only in edict in early October as production numbers took a dive, “work things out”.
As with a lot of other companies, the holidays, Thanksgiving thru Christmas were our biggest season for sales, so much so to keep up with the orders we had to begin to produce and stockpile inventory right after labor day in September or we’d never meet the demand and lose sales. For some reason, each gang leader interrupted the edict from the owner as giving them the authority to be in charge to get things done which turned ugly later in the month.
The day started like any other day. A quick huddle with my crew and we laid out several scenarios that could happen and how we would respond. We had spent the weekend clearing out a large storage area in the back of the facility where we could stack pallets of product in the event of the ASRS going down. The holidays were on the horizon and sales and marketing people were loudly crying about not enough product out in the stores. We were all trying. The Creations were having issues cooking up the product, The Wrappers had packaging machine issues and the DC had the ASRS. We were literally holding things together with chewing gum, baling wire, and duct tape.
As fate would have it our luck and the duct tape didn’t hold out. Something fell from a pallet jamming the conveyor in the ASRS and snapping the drive chain and taking out a license plate reader. The DC gang began moving the product by forklift as fast as we could but the hallway that led to the makeshift storage area was narrow and we couldn’t go very fast but we were keeping the factory going. Raoul came to assess the situation and told the palletizers to slow down so we could keep up with the product coming out and take it to storage. Emergency repairs to the ASRS were beginning but we knew it’d be down for the day if not longer. Raoul also knew it was going to be a long day and as he had done before and one of the reasons I liked him had pizza delivered to feed his gang as we were in constant motion to keep the other gangs happy and busy as well.
Pete the sweet was having none of it. He didn’t care what was happening in the DC and that we were making every effort to keep the factory going. He didn’t like the palletizers were slowed and even though the packaging was able to continue it wasn’t at the pace Pete wanted. Pete only cared about Pete and how all this was personally directed at him. He believed what happened was only intended to hurt him and him alone. He didn’t care whether the company made the goal or not, he didn’t care for training or safety either and was known to order others to cut corners on safety. If they got away with it he applauded them for their ingenuity but if they got caught he’d throw them under the bus. Yet his gang knew in order to survive in the Wrappers you had to do what he wanted or suffer the consequences with abuse and bullying.
The showdown finally came, right there in the middle of the facility. Pete and Raoul face to face yelling, screaming, cursing and threatening each other. Pete loudly criticized Raoul for buying pizza, not a time to eat! Raoul disagreed and told Pete he didn’t have to defend his actions to anyone let alone a little dictator. The louder they got the more people from all the gangs lined the floor, the mezzanine, and the rafters until it looked and sounded like a sell-out crowd at a Golden State Warriors game with various shouts of encouragement from the crowd. Hit him! Don’t take that crap, Pete! Punch him out, Raoul. The cheers, the chants, the calls for blood, if I didn’t know better I could have been at the Colosseum in Rome watching gladiators. We could see that Raoul was getting ready to end the conversation and let his fists speak. There was no production going on at all.
Finally, another lieutenant from the DC and myself decided to end this and jumped between the two combatants and while Carl began trying to calm down Pete while he backed him up I was pleading with our leader, Raoul to take this discussion to an office, in private. The adrenalin was surging through my body and my heart racing as I started to think of things to say and babbled, You’re better than this. You don’t want to hit him here there are too many witnesses. At one point in desperation, I supposedly said to him, the pizza is getting cold, I don’t remember this with all the excitement going on but it actually made him stop, look at me and brought a smile to his face as he caught his composure. He chuckled and said, You’re right Phil, the pizza is getting cold and we walked to his office.
It took a day and a half before the ASRS was fully operational and even then still continued with the usual ups and downs. With the efforts and hard work of staff, we were able to meet most of the demand with some late shipments going out at discounted rates as make it up to the customers for previous short shipments. Raoul and Pete continued their feud and that alone was more of a disruption to the plant than any equipment failures. It even became more difficult for the Superintendents and forepeople to manage the day to day activities not knowing what would break down next. Sick calls increased and people just didn’t want to come to work and I can’t say I blame them but now, that all didn’t matter as rumors of a new buyer for the plant began to swirl and we could all feel the change in the air.