Mon, 23 Jul 2001
Once upon a time there was a little girl that picked up and moved West.
There, she found a job working for a micro-brewery. For a while, all was
well and she enjoyed her work and the brewery flourished.
As the brewery got bigger, it became fat and corrupt, living off itself.
Eventually, the company that made beer became a company that made money.
This made the little girl unhappy.
The company like her work however,
and they gave her a raise and a promotion, and the little girl
reluctantly decided to stay.
Many years passed, until one day, the little girl found herself
president of the company. She no longer had concerns about the little
things. It was her job to make sure that the stockholders made lots of
money, and she did a decent job of it. When she went out for lunch, she
was stopped by a man on the street, who said
"Can you spare some beer?"
At once, it all came flooding back; Why she joined the company; what
she liked (and missed) about it. It was all about the beer. It should
be all about the beer!
The little girl turned around, immediately forgetting the man and his
request, thus
saving him from developing severe cirrhosis of the liver several months
hence, and began implementing vast sweeping changes in the company.
To the employees, the little girl was somewhat of a hero. She brought
back pub nights, employee discounts, and mandatory impaired heavy
machinery operating days.
To the stockholders unfortunately, she was not so popular... until she
brought twenty kegs with her to the next general meeting. Then everyone
was pretty happy with her again, until she accidentally kicked out one of
the pins supporting the pyramid of kegs and she was crushed to death.
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