The tribal wisdom of the Lakota Indians, passed on from one generation to the next, says that when you are riding a dead horse, the best strategy is to dismount.
However, in modern enterprises, because the objectives of management are often illogically focused on the performance of a particular horse rather than rationally on the completion of the journey, other strategies sometimes have to be tried, including, but not limited to the following:
- Buying a stronger whip.
- Changing riders.
- Threatening the horse with termination.
- Appointing a committee to study the horse.
- Arranging to visit other sites to see how they ride dead horses.
- Lowering the standards to include dead horses.
- Appointing an intervention team to re-animate the dead horse.
- Creating a training session to increase the rider’s load share.
- Re-classify the dead horse as living-impaired.
- Change the form so that it reads: “This horse is not dead”
- Hire outside contractors to ride the dead horse.
- Harness several dead horses together for increased speed.
- Process map the current and future route of the dead horse.
- Introduce a conformance policy which clearly indicates accountability of riders for the health of their horses.
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This is how my life works.
First I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing. As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the front verandah table that I brought up from the letter box earlier, just after the mailman had been there.
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car. I put my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage bin beside the table, and notice that the bin is full. So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.
But then I think, since I’m going to be near the post box when I take out the garbage anyway (and the mailman picks up the mail at noon), I may as well pay the bills first. So, I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only 1 check left. My spare check book is in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to
my desk where I find the can of Coke I’d been drinking earlier this morning.