A New Commitment
As I walked away from my conversation and tour through the plant with George, I couldn’t help shaking my head. All the talk and all the eye-opening conversations still hadn’t changed Sid and George’s approach to managing the business. It was still just project work. It was still firefighting to get the numbers.
I walked by Michelle’s operation as I headed toward the front office. She yelled at me from across the aisle. As I approached her station, she asked, “Who let the air out of your tires?”
I started to explain what had just occurred with George. She held up her hand.
“Don’t give up on us,” she advised. “Just keep working with George; he’ll get it eventually. We all think that George is a smart guy and he wants to make things better. You just have to give him some
time to understand.”
She was right, and I knew it. I couldn’t give up on George quite yet. I left the warehouse and headed for Celia’s office.
“Ms. Gordon, would you mind scheduling the large conference room for George and me tomorrow?”
Once again Celia caught me off guard with her response. “Oh, please, Sam, call me Celia. With all the wonderful things I’ve been hearing about the work you are doing around here, I’m happy
to help you out.”
Later that day, I made sure I just happened to be leaving the facility as George was walking out the door. I walked over to him and asked for a minute or two of his time. He said he was on his way to
grab a sandwich and a beer and invited me to join him.
“Beats the heck out of room service,” I replied.
He nodded and we walked out to our cars. He shouted over his shoulder, “Just follow me” and got into his car.
I followed George off the plant property and out to the country, where the blacktop turned into a lightly graveled dirt road. The setting was beautiful. The bar was tucked under a stand of trees that bordered a small but quickly moving river.
I took a deep breath of the clean air and laughed as we walked toward the bar. He grinned as usual and said, “You won’t be sorry.”
We walked in and sat on two of the mismatched chairs. George shouted out an order of two beers and two Cuban sandwiches. Then, he turned back to me and said, “Remember, you trust me.”
We started shelling peanuts and dropping the shells on the dirt floor while the owner made the sandwiches behind the bar.
I started the conversation head on.
“I’ve been thinking about our talk this morning, George. Something has been eating at me all day and I just want to talk with you about it. Did you notice that, even after we reviewed all the process issues in the facility, your last word in the discussion was that you had to fight fires again at the end of this month?”
I stopped short of asking what was wrong with him, because Michelle was right: this guy was not dumb. The expression on his face told me he’d already been thinking of this very issue. I hoped that he was ready to talk about breaking the vicious circle of practices and habits he was using to manage the business.
George popped another peanut into his mouth and said, “You know, I’ve been thinking about that too. We need to break this reliance on firefighting and fix what’s broken or we won’t get anywhere.”
I was relieved to hear him say that. I was about to encourage him to continue when the bar owner brought the Cubans and the beers. All conversation halted as I took my first bite of the sandwich.
“Oh, my gosh!” I exclaimed with my mouth full. “This has got to be the best Cuban sandwich I have ever tasted! How did you ever find this place?”
George explained between bites that the owner, Gloria, had been his fifth grade teacher and this bar was her retirement plan. He spent as much time in the place as possible to help supplement her income. George also explained that he made it his business to bring in as many people as possible to introduce them to the great ambiance of her fine establishment.
“Well, you’ve got me hooked,” I said, swallowing another delicious bite. “She can count on my business as least once a week as long as I’m working with SG!”
George and I laughed as he yelled the good news across the bar to Gloria. She said she wasn’t surprised and brought us another pair of Coronas without asking. This was somebody who knew how to satisfy her customers—not to mention how to promote her bar. There’s nothing wrong with being a good businessperson.
As we finished our sandwiches, George and I also finished pulling together a plan of attack for breaking his fire-fighting mode and tackling the organizational issues directly at the root.
We parted ways with the decision to meet in the large conference room at the plant first thing the next morning. I didn’t tell George that I had already reserved the room.
Key Points
It takes intelligence to understand the advantages of Lean and Six Sigma. It takes courage and good leadership to take action on that understanding.
If managers put improvements on hold so they can fight fires, they can be sure that there will always be fires to fight.