The Meeting of the Musketeers and their Master

There was this meeting today.

The meeting where the musketeers met their master.

The musketeers came like monkeys looking for crumbs to be thrown at them by their master.

This was supposed to be the management meeting.

Musketeers seldom make management though.

The musketeers owe their wretched existence to their loyalty to the master.

The musketeers know the above very well.

However, they mask their lack of professionalism and ethics.

They met secretively with other musketeers and the master in the meeting that happened today.

This meeting happens time and again.

Only the musketeers get invited to this meeting.

Other relevant and competent folks are strictly not invited.

This meeting is out of bound for those with professionalism and ethics.

The musketeers meet and what they do is any one's guess.

They do nothing.

They need to sing paeans to the master.

They have no choice.

They are spineless creatures who are living at the mercy of their master.

The master is a specimen of his own.

He is an expert at faking genuine leadership.

He is an expert in hypocrisy.

But then what else can you expect?

The simple fact that he has a gang of funny musketeers around him clearly shows what kind of a person the master is.

The meeting that happened today will happen again.

And again.

And again.

Nothing concrete and meaningful has come out till date.

And nothing concrete and meaningful will come out ever.

The Sick and Silly Club of Stupid and Secretive Stooges

How do you know for sure that you are in the middle of a ridiculous situation?

A situation where you are surrounded by the sick and silly club of stupid and secretive stooges.

Who are these stooges?

These are those funny folks who think highly of themselves.

They write mail to each other.

They write silly emails copying each other.

They write emails where they are shown as the "premium club" whereas others are clearly shown as the lesser mortals belonging to the "cattle class".

And they are the "club" for all the reasons other than merit, competency, professionalism and ethics.

The stooges are stupid.

The stooges are secretive.

They have to be secretive because they are stupid but have to protect their self-glorified position.

The stupid and secretive stooges make the club.

The club is silly.

The club is sick.

The club is silly since it is sick.

The stupid and secretive stooges make the sick and the silly club.

Its basically a lala company.

And you are trapped badly.

Stooges call each other sir.

Some of the silly people say something but mean something else.

The top people are a specimen of the most ridiculous kind.

They are basically having an extended vacation at the cost of the company.

Some of the stooges are particularly idiotic.

One of them writes emails without copying the relevant folks and copies only those in the silly club.

Why?

Because this man is a man you cannot trust.

He will project himself being someone but is actually a true chameleon.

He doesn't mingle with you informally as he thinks he is superior to you.

And superior on account of what?

That's the funny part.

This treacherous man thinks he is superior for every reason other than those that are related to merit, competency, professionalism and ethics.

Since he doesn't have any of the above -  merit, competency, professionalism and ethics.

He is there since he is a stooge.

And so are the others in the club.

Another of them is particularly disgusting.

He thinks he is a shining star who has fallen from the sky.

He is definitely a fallen guy.

Not from sky though.

He has fallen from every possible good attribute.

He has fallen way below from even the regular expectations you would have from a just decent guy in terms of merit, competency, professionalism and ethics.

In such a company ethics is eaten everyday at lunch by the stooges and the top dog.

They talk big.

They think they have made a great company.

Nothing can be further and father from the truth.

They have created stooges.

They have created stupid and secretive stooges.

They have created a sick and silly club.

They have created a sick and silly club of stupid and secretive stooges.

That is what they have actually done.

You are in the middle of the sick and silly club of stupid and secretive stooges.

Nothing less.

Nothing more.

And that is all there is to it.

In simple word, you are basically doomed.

You are as good as dead.

When the Top Brass is a Bunch of Nincompoops on Retirement Holiday

In many organizations those at the top are there due to their loyalty to each other. They are like a pack of wolves who hunt together.

If these people are nincompoops on retirement holiday then you have had it. Those working in such companies are sitting in an aircraft heading for crash.

The company may survive for many many years but will not grow at a reasonable pace. Growth requires the top brass to be competent and have the right kind of zeal.

Those on retirement holiday can't be expected to possess the right kind of attitude and aptitude. The reason has everything to do with how they came in.

They came in due to their loyalty to "the powers that be". Loyalty was the only thing that mattered. Such loyalists have no thinking ability and brain of their own.

If the top dog says sit, the puppies will sit. If the top dog says stand up, the puppies will do likewise. Puppies are not supposed to show their spine.

And if the puppies don't show their spine, very soon their spines become dysfunctional. Puppies call the top dog as sir. You would often hear them say, "we have to do this as sir has said it".

Such a company is a strange place where professionalism and ethics are conveniently put on the backseat. These are good words to say and hear, but mean nothing beyond that.

Some of those who are close to the top management carry a stupid swagger. They act as if they are the superior beings in the organization. Such irritating folks make childish statements in meetings thinking that they come across as smart chaps but scratch the surface and you see a clown.

The clownish character is there only to entertain his master, the top dog. The top dog also feels good when he is made to feel important.

In such companies, the organization structure itself will be totally flawed. Promotions mean nothing in such companies. The reporting structure is ludicrous and makes no logical sense.

The whole idea behind the organizational set-up in such companies is to protect the coterie culture and not let the coterie face tough questions.

There are strange roles in such companies. These roles are artificially propped up with full connivance of the top brass to protect the loyalists.

There will be many loyalists for whom artificial roles will be created to keep them there. Value addition from such people is neither expected nor desired.

Nincompoops bring tragedy to the place where they work. So such companies provide the ideal playground for tragedies to happen.

Such organizations slowly turn into a retirement home with the nincompoops enjoying every bit of their time during their extended retirement holiday.

The situation gradually reaches a point where it becomes beyond salvage.  Those working in such companies need to get prepared to meet the dooms day, sooner than latter.

The best option for the smart folks who believe in professionalism and ethics is to move on. And move on at the earliest with great haste. Otherwise they should be ready for disaster.