06-09-2018, 05:40 PM
An Austrailian Oligarch's only son, having just graduated college - sum-couma-loudly -, asked his daddy for his graduation money. In what some consider as an affront to good parenting, he paid his son off, to the total of 10 million, (AU).
Having been raised inside a house where money was made at the drop of a politicians hat, he had long ago decided he wanted to make his own way, not rely on government dealings or for that matter, daddy; for support or profit. And hay, I just graduated college, and suma-couma-loudly too! I can do better than dad, I'll show him.
So, he set out with his new hard won millions, and having wisely decided that mining for precious gemstones was probably the best business venture to make his fortune, he flew down to the forrests of South America, and bought a mining lease from the local tribe. His first real problem was that he graduated with a women's studies major, and had no idea how to do it. No worries, he thought, I can hire someone who does.
His first stop was the Culinary Institute of Texas; world renowned for generating the finest minds in the kitchen. "You get things set up so that you can feed the miners, and make sure my men eat well. I can't ask them to work as hard as they do, and risk their lives what like they do, on a less than stellar diet." Yessir! I'll take good care of the meals and bellies.
Second, he needed a manager. He travelled to the venereal MIT and recruited a logistical-analytical-engineer, knowing that if anyone knew how to coordinate all the various functions of minework, surely this kind of mind would. And his newest recruit had also just graduated sum-couma-loudly, too! "I need you to make sure the place stays organized and running like a top, wasted efforts and time mean lost revenue, and lost prosperity for all of us." Sure, I'll set up some systems to ensure things run like you'd never dream.
Next, he knew that with any industrial environment, but especially mining, that medical treatment for injuries, sickness, and exposure were going to be prevalent. I need to go get the brightest mind I can find to run the new med bay. So, he travelled to St John's Hospital School of The Ailment, and asked to speak with the brightest student about to graduate. He thought to himself, hey, if I can get them a few weeks before they graduate, then I can save a little. I mean hey, they aren't actually a DR yet, right? Brilliant! When the student came in, she was all ears, and eagerly signed up for half the expected pay. "I need you to make sure that the medical services here are second to none; that the men and women who leave their kin to work here are well off health wise; that when something unfortunate happens you are able and prepared to save their life and limb." Oh, yes, sir. That's what we do, in the medical profession.
Lastly, he thought, all these different systems are going to need a healthy supply chain. So, having heard that Japanese companies often were overrun with extra stocks of now unnecessary supplies, he thought to go to Japan to recruit someone that would - even if it was inadvertent - would be able to keep supplies available for the mines "systems" as they grew and expanded. "I want you to do what you know. Make sure that the warehouses are full of whatever you think the other of your counterparts think they may need in the next 90 days, and ensure that purchasing charts and tables are made and arranged for so that the profit generating system we've built here goes UN-interupted." Oh, yess sur. Aye vil mak-a soor ting go vewwy werr for you, espesiaewy win you get backah herreh! - Maybe one of these days I'll get used to his accent he thought, but dang, can he ever do a fine job!
Two weeks after everyone was on board, and things really seemed to be running like a Swiss watch (why wouldn't they be, I graduated sum-couma-loudly!), he thought to himself that he'd go supprise good old dad. So off he went, back to Sydney to have lunch with the pops and maybe even to rekindle the teenage lust with one of the St Mary's Nunneries less than sanctified members... After a week, he decided that the nunnery wasn't the bastion of hope he had remembered, and told his dad good bye, promising riches to the family coffers and prestige to the name.
Things did not go as he had planned on his arrival, there was no car at the airport to greet him and swiftly carry him to the mine office. This meant that he had to find a phone, and place a call to the site office, which went un-answered. Strange, but maybe there's been something happen between here and there I don't know about. He hopped into the cab at the curb, and coughed up the $15(US) asked of him to swiftly convey him and his luggage to the mine. When he first saw the state of things, he couldn't believe his eyes. Nothing was running. No one was moving. The place was for all intents and purposes abandoned, save for three of the four generals he had recruited and installed personally. Only the supply officer was missing, and when asked the other three in unison stated that they had no supplies with which to run the mine. There was no food to cook. There was no fuel or batteries with which to allow the "systems" to function, way out here in the forest. The medical bay was close to being bare, but that was less of an issue because there weren't any medical issues due to lack of men and women to treat on site anyway.
Where's Mr Kim? He had this place moving like a well fed machine last I was here, which wasn't all that long ago! - We don't know, haven't seen him since you left. Last we heard, one of the men saw him looking curious over at the mineshaft late one night. That's the last we can figure. We've searched the mine, the area, no trace.
Well, since this was his responsibility, and because he would owe the man's parents for his life if he died, he took the three, formed a search party, put the last of the fuel in the generator, and they headed down shaft. Things didn't look good, in fact they looked rather desperate. The farther they had to search for Kim, the less likely it was that they would find him alive - if they found him at all. "Poor Mr Kim" he heard himself say, more times than he wanted to remember. On they pressed, with each turn thinking they'd stumble upon the corpse of the poor man at the crest of every turn. When they had come as far down as the mining machines had gone, they saw no trace of anything, they turned around. They thought for a moment, and together decided that the best thing to do was expand the search topside. Upon this aggrement, they made their way back toward the shaft elevator, when without any warning, and with great shock and loud bangs, a sparkler in each hand, adorned with illuminated glasses showing smily-faces overtop of each eye, Mr Kim jumped out, big as life and screamed -
SUPPLIES!
Having been raised inside a house where money was made at the drop of a politicians hat, he had long ago decided he wanted to make his own way, not rely on government dealings or for that matter, daddy; for support or profit. And hay, I just graduated college, and suma-couma-loudly too! I can do better than dad, I'll show him.
So, he set out with his new hard won millions, and having wisely decided that mining for precious gemstones was probably the best business venture to make his fortune, he flew down to the forrests of South America, and bought a mining lease from the local tribe. His first real problem was that he graduated with a women's studies major, and had no idea how to do it. No worries, he thought, I can hire someone who does.
His first stop was the Culinary Institute of Texas; world renowned for generating the finest minds in the kitchen. "You get things set up so that you can feed the miners, and make sure my men eat well. I can't ask them to work as hard as they do, and risk their lives what like they do, on a less than stellar diet." Yessir! I'll take good care of the meals and bellies.
Second, he needed a manager. He travelled to the venereal MIT and recruited a logistical-analytical-engineer, knowing that if anyone knew how to coordinate all the various functions of minework, surely this kind of mind would. And his newest recruit had also just graduated sum-couma-loudly, too! "I need you to make sure the place stays organized and running like a top, wasted efforts and time mean lost revenue, and lost prosperity for all of us." Sure, I'll set up some systems to ensure things run like you'd never dream.
Next, he knew that with any industrial environment, but especially mining, that medical treatment for injuries, sickness, and exposure were going to be prevalent. I need to go get the brightest mind I can find to run the new med bay. So, he travelled to St John's Hospital School of The Ailment, and asked to speak with the brightest student about to graduate. He thought to himself, hey, if I can get them a few weeks before they graduate, then I can save a little. I mean hey, they aren't actually a DR yet, right? Brilliant! When the student came in, she was all ears, and eagerly signed up for half the expected pay. "I need you to make sure that the medical services here are second to none; that the men and women who leave their kin to work here are well off health wise; that when something unfortunate happens you are able and prepared to save their life and limb." Oh, yes, sir. That's what we do, in the medical profession.
Lastly, he thought, all these different systems are going to need a healthy supply chain. So, having heard that Japanese companies often were overrun with extra stocks of now unnecessary supplies, he thought to go to Japan to recruit someone that would - even if it was inadvertent - would be able to keep supplies available for the mines "systems" as they grew and expanded. "I want you to do what you know. Make sure that the warehouses are full of whatever you think the other of your counterparts think they may need in the next 90 days, and ensure that purchasing charts and tables are made and arranged for so that the profit generating system we've built here goes UN-interupted." Oh, yess sur. Aye vil mak-a soor ting go vewwy werr for you, espesiaewy win you get backah herreh! - Maybe one of these days I'll get used to his accent he thought, but dang, can he ever do a fine job!
Two weeks after everyone was on board, and things really seemed to be running like a Swiss watch (why wouldn't they be, I graduated sum-couma-loudly!), he thought to himself that he'd go supprise good old dad. So off he went, back to Sydney to have lunch with the pops and maybe even to rekindle the teenage lust with one of the St Mary's Nunneries less than sanctified members... After a week, he decided that the nunnery wasn't the bastion of hope he had remembered, and told his dad good bye, promising riches to the family coffers and prestige to the name.
Things did not go as he had planned on his arrival, there was no car at the airport to greet him and swiftly carry him to the mine office. This meant that he had to find a phone, and place a call to the site office, which went un-answered. Strange, but maybe there's been something happen between here and there I don't know about. He hopped into the cab at the curb, and coughed up the $15(US) asked of him to swiftly convey him and his luggage to the mine. When he first saw the state of things, he couldn't believe his eyes. Nothing was running. No one was moving. The place was for all intents and purposes abandoned, save for three of the four generals he had recruited and installed personally. Only the supply officer was missing, and when asked the other three in unison stated that they had no supplies with which to run the mine. There was no food to cook. There was no fuel or batteries with which to allow the "systems" to function, way out here in the forest. The medical bay was close to being bare, but that was less of an issue because there weren't any medical issues due to lack of men and women to treat on site anyway.
Where's Mr Kim? He had this place moving like a well fed machine last I was here, which wasn't all that long ago! - We don't know, haven't seen him since you left. Last we heard, one of the men saw him looking curious over at the mineshaft late one night. That's the last we can figure. We've searched the mine, the area, no trace.
Well, since this was his responsibility, and because he would owe the man's parents for his life if he died, he took the three, formed a search party, put the last of the fuel in the generator, and they headed down shaft. Things didn't look good, in fact they looked rather desperate. The farther they had to search for Kim, the less likely it was that they would find him alive - if they found him at all. "Poor Mr Kim" he heard himself say, more times than he wanted to remember. On they pressed, with each turn thinking they'd stumble upon the corpse of the poor man at the crest of every turn. When they had come as far down as the mining machines had gone, they saw no trace of anything, they turned around. They thought for a moment, and together decided that the best thing to do was expand the search topside. Upon this aggrement, they made their way back toward the shaft elevator, when without any warning, and with great shock and loud bangs, a sparkler in each hand, adorned with illuminated glasses showing smily-faces overtop of each eye, Mr Kim jumped out, big as life and screamed -
SUPPLIES!
Nothing kills the incentive of men faster than a healthy sense of entitlement. Nothing kills entitlement faster than a healthy sense of achievement.