Cindy
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September 22, 2008
Internal Presentations:
The Root of Corporate Evil
This morning, Sally* comes running over to my desk in a sheer panic. She
is in desperate need of an image that we once used, in 2006, in a
brochure touting our latest – at the time – new product.
She is wired. Either she’s had five cups of coffee already today, or the
Chicago Tribune is about to do a major feature story on how
fabulous we are.
Foiled.
The image is needed for the most dreaded of all projects – the internal
presentation. The one that causes version 24 of the Power Point
presentation to live on my desktop, along with the other 23 that can’t
possibly be deleted, in case someone changes their mind. Back. Again.
Last week alone, I spent the better part of the day generating an
internal presentation. This is not unusual for me, and I assume, for
many other Dilberts and Dilbertettes of the world.
The thing is, Sally and me? We’re not the only two people who have to
work on this internal presentation. Someone has to proofread it. Of
course, anywhere from two to 32 people have to review it (all of whom
will exercise their reviewing power to make some insignificant change,
causing Sally and me to generate – and send out for approval – version
25).
So, rather than play around in Second Life when I get home, I let my
imagination wander to the topic of what companies and their workers
could do if only someone would ban the internal presentation. Here’s my
short list:
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We’d never have to
install Power Point. Millions of dollars could be saved in software
licensing fees and given to end world hunger.
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Employees could
spend this time writing e-mails or blog posts on the five things
they love most about the company. These pieces of original
creativity – which don’t require a transition slide lamely disguised
as a turning book page – could be sent to talent the company is
trying to recruit. Or customers they’re trying to land.
-
We could help the
busiest department finish something important to the company’s
bottom line. Perhaps the warehouse had seven people call in sick?
I’m not above helping to enhance our customer experience by getting
a product out on time. In fact, I once worked for a company that
required all executives to work two nights in the warehouse during
the Christmas season. It was cool. Props to them.
I
get bored imagining how I could solve all the company’s – and the
world’s – problems by banning internal presentations, and instead, humor
myself thinking about what life would be like if I managed my household
the way people obsess over internal presentations.
First, I’d inspect every item of clothing before it was placed in the
dirty laundry to determine if, in fact, it belonged there. I’d send my
husband back upstairs to generate version two of the dark load, when I
could have already had the whole thing in the spin cycle.
Later, I’d have to get my husband’s approval before setting dinner down
in front of our two-year-old. To the trash would go the spinach ravioli
if it were not placed in the upper left hand corner in order to be
consistent with the plate’s overall design.
On
Saturday, I’d have to gather opinions on what my front yard should look
like this fall. The neighbors think marigolds over mums in the window
boxes. My son says the paper ghost should hang in the living room – not
dining room – window. But my father-in-law disagrees, so I compromise
and move him to the front door, displacing the wreath that my husband
insisted was crucial to the overall theme.
And just like the internal presentation does to me, I am driven to
drink. Five. Martinis. With Sally, who actually orders six. She calls in
sick the next day, and the presentation gets rescheduled.
Which is a good thing. Because Joanne*, the vice president of project
management, innovations and customer acquisitions, hadn’t seen the
presentation yet. And she thinks we should use the word “see” instead of
“view” on Slide 19.
* As always, names have
been changed to very lightly and lamely disguise the guilty. You know
who you are. I just hope you’re not reading this.
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