Move ‘em on, head ‘em up, head ‘em out, move ‘em on, move along, head ‘em up. cut ‘em out, ride ‘em in, ride ‘em in, cut ‘em out, cut ‘em out.
Welcome to the bull whip. The perfect metaphor for the relationship of the worker and management in contemporary society (i.e., Where there’s a whip there’s a way. ). Back when I was a petty tyrant some one of my crew proposed the implementation of such a device as a means to increase worker productivity.
I learned that the premise was entirely false. Mind you there is nothing wrong with being a tyrant among the willing, but good working conditions and camaraderie will get one much further than the lash. So, I ran a loose crew, with late starts, early finishes and an open bar tab at night. The end result was that my crew, my collection of misfits, deviants and people of questionable morals became the crew that was 75 days ahead on a 150 day job.
Yeah, they called us in, this crazed crew with a veritable Colonel Kurtz in charge in to help other crews out, who’d have guessed?
The whip may be the motivational tool of choice to this day at the Harvard Business School but a good boss knows that a kind word and a beer are better yet.
This one is about 12 feet long. As the stinging red welt on my forearm attests suitable protective equipment should be worn until you get the hang of using this thing. Even then I’d consider wearing some extra gear (like eye protection).