Walterp
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The INCO Mond nickel refinery in the Swansea Valley has an estate farm around it, and back in the day it employed a bailiff to farm it.
The bailiff was a conscientious farmer, but hardly ever a happy one - back then INCO was the world's biggest nickel producer (since bought for $19 billion by Brazil's Vale) and its farm served both as a 'green screen' to the works and as attractive surroundings for the works social club and golf course. And everyone appreciates nice surroundings, right?
Except the bailiff - instead, he measured his success by the farm's P&L. So the various "do's and don't's" drove him crazy. Mostly "don't's", of course - don't spread muck when they're playing golf (most of the time), don't shout at employees taking a shortcut over the fields (most of the time), don't out-winter cattle ('winter' being 6 months of the year, in the Swansea Valley), etc.
You get the idea - the farm bailiff measured his success against the farm's P&L, whilst the farm's owner measured success by how agreeable the bailiff made the farm - and himself - appear.
I can see the poor chap now, in my mind's eye, declaring "one day, young Walterp, you'll all be bloody glorified park keepers like me..."
Was the bailiff's prophesy right?
The bailiff was a conscientious farmer, but hardly ever a happy one - back then INCO was the world's biggest nickel producer (since bought for $19 billion by Brazil's Vale) and its farm served both as a 'green screen' to the works and as attractive surroundings for the works social club and golf course. And everyone appreciates nice surroundings, right?
Except the bailiff - instead, he measured his success by the farm's P&L. So the various "do's and don't's" drove him crazy. Mostly "don't's", of course - don't spread muck when they're playing golf (most of the time), don't shout at employees taking a shortcut over the fields (most of the time), don't out-winter cattle ('winter' being 6 months of the year, in the Swansea Valley), etc.
You get the idea - the farm bailiff measured his success against the farm's P&L, whilst the farm's owner measured success by how agreeable the bailiff made the farm - and himself - appear.
I can see the poor chap now, in my mind's eye, declaring "one day, young Walterp, you'll all be bloody glorified park keepers like me..."
Was the bailiff's prophesy right?
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