Musical Chairs Week
Jon over at Business Evolutionist is pondering Inc's new article about the "Exit Interview" and it's Magical Unicorn abilities. Yeah, it is kinda goofy to wonder what makes those people you've invested in want to leave, as they're leaving. With all those useless customer preferences and relationships parked in their psyches.
Seems curiosity, selfless or not, is the harbinger of communication. Jon and commenter Mike wonder whether workplace observational skills or, the access your mailman has to the stream of your subscribed media offer answers without having to even ask. Even better is the suggestion of cross-pollination, internal and external like Google or Will Vinton Studios. Go see Jon.
Me, I'd want to see this:
have Musical Chairs week. Everyone moves across a slot until finance gets their stint in HR and abolishes or outsources it [or signs 'em up for Fear Factor], Marketing takes on Production, turns off most of the machines out of confusion and finds no one notices, Accounting moves over to Marketing and finds all the crayons they use for forecasting, HR handles accounting and discovers the Mgmt bonus numbers for the previous "tough year." IT refues to play and locks the door. P.R. takes Janitorial Services and finds it "a remarkably smooth transition." And Carl the Janitor becomes CEO, answers the phone one day then jumps on a plane to Peoria and comes back with the company's biggest account ever.
According to Carl, it was no big deal: "Same shit, golden shovel. But I got a blonde and my own parking place."

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Let me guess, the Dalai Lama finally came through after all these years...
Kentucky Fescue mixed with Timothy Grass and something, beween 9 and 10.
"This is a hybrid. This is a cross, ah, of Bluegrass, Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sensemilia. The amazing stuff about this is, that you can play 36 holes on it in the afternoon, take it home and just get stoned to the bejeezus-belt that night on this stuff."
I dig the musical chairs idea - perhaps if the chairs were removed, along with the job titles, we could get rid of turf wars and people thinking in their narrow silos.
Or we blindfold everybody and decide by Karaoke votes.
I still like the Strande Number: 11 folks is your limit. Dunbar was too optimistic.
In a former employer, top talent was encouraged to do just this (though mostly within the technical realm). It worked very well, brining fresh perspective (and eventually much quicker and sharper focus on problems). Then IBM bought the company and, well, that just wasn't the IBM way.
Platoons are for a reason it seems. But I'm not darning your socks.
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