I left the interview elated. I hurriedly took the insurance licensing exam at my expense once and passed. Soon enough I got a reality check when I found things very different. It took a while to crush my hopes of having this outstanding bank account. The "make your schedule" deal was the first to go, and then I found myself working day and night. I was up by 6.30am and worked til 11-12 at night only to do it again the next day, then gradually I started to lose my weekends. During this time I would make appointments with hopeful insurance buyers, only to be turned down or stood-up. I drove everywhere in PA,
Many people quit while I was there. He always said they lacked ambition. I was one of the top sellers in the office and by midsummer I was ready to quit too. Then he pulled the big one on me, knowing that I love cars, from our various conversations, he printed a picture of a Range Rover from the internet, posted it on my desk, and said “whenever you thing of quitting think of yourself in that range rover, and then quit your dreams!”. All of a sudden that became my dream; he drove home the fact that quitting for me shouldn’t be an option since I was doing so well. Soon I became engulfed in the illusion that I, Felix, could in fact work harder and make dreams for myself come true. When I asked he for ideas to get better he told me to drink less coffee so I didn’t have to go to the bathroom so often, and never to hang up the phone, he’ll say “its all about the call Felix, just keep dialing”. Soon this idea spread to my school, my family, soon enough I had all those pictures up as my source of motivation.
That summer I made a mere $1850 after I deducted gas expenses and eating on the road. HOWEVER, I made the company a whopping $11,525. I had no life and didn’t achieve anything tangible at all. It was a wasted summer for me. I would have been better off just throwing stones all summer! And oh! I gave up the dream; yes I don’t own a Range Rover, I don’t write Pitt a check on due dates, and my family is not living in a mansion, but am fine!
I guess you can tell how upset I was when I read the scientific management; I could swear my boss read it too. My life and the lives of my fellow employees were micromanaged, we were made to work like machines without regards for our human lives, and our lives became the story of the horse and the carrot. Although I made money, I worked hard to make the company more money just like Schmidt the pig iron handler. It was simply more work with menial pay wrapped in the cage of deception, luring and entrapping.
If you ask me if working men could be more efficient,I will say Yes!, agreeably i believe working men could do better, which will enrich productivity, but I will not agree that scientific micromanagement suggested her by Taylor is the appropriate solution. There has to be an equal yet fair balance between labor and compensation and the most important part of this equation is the human collateral.