Setting things right…

IRAC, meaning the Independent Republic of Amazing Cebu, was what I have christened Amazing Show’s Cebu branch last night while having beer at the MFC bar with some of my staff. And why not? It seems apt that they adapt that name since they seem to be, in their minds, an independent entity from the Manila office.

I’ve not set foot in the Cebu branch since the day my counterpart VP said that I won’t need to visit as often as the Chairman made me promise to everyone. And for this, I hope that the Cebu employees understand the situation and that it is not to my liking, but as always, I will confine myself to headquarters to prevent any more tension. Or until I see them washed away…

It is rather hilarious as I see, that as an analogy, flies who has stood on top of the carabao’s head for too long tend to think that they are taller than the carabao.

Several weeks ago, I prodded my production director to finalize the list of those people who are entitled to increases and recognition based on the evaluations. I have reviewed the people on the list and decided to omit only one name. It took this company several weeks to finalize the memorandum because no one wanted to break the report to the Chairman and it took my very simple prodding to everyone that it is not the employees’ fault that we are hard pressed these days so give them what is due them.

So why is everyone in a state of flux? Because they should be, we all should be. Stability can only be achieved by an organization if we possess a strong leadership system that will allow people to move forward well supported and endorsed by our leader. But there is none.

I am not ignorant… neither am I secured. I should be the most insecured being in this organization, but I am not. If a man has nothing to look forward to then the insecurities stop. Hell, what’s anyone looking forward to these days anyway?

Several days ago, I asked my admin director to prepare evaluation reports on senior managers so that I may right what is wrong before I call off this dead-end career of mine. I’ve just about had it with everything as my patience has thinned out faster than my hair. If I ever stay in this fight, then it would be for the wrong reason, I swear.

As to the words of one of my directors, “they only know how to complain but they don’t have the skill or the intelligence to do anything”.