Managing Through Organization

A book by Colin Hales -  serialized here by 'Geoffrey Bowman'

The new blockbuster

This serialization has been prepared without the author's consent.  The author totally disassociates himself from this serialization without prejudice to any rights to share in any royalties or movie rights that might arise in the future. Certain minor changes have been made to make the text more readable.  All characters and events in the serialization are fictitious and any resemblance to anyone living or dead as purely coincidental.

Chapter 1 – Management, Managing and Managers
The general concept of management, separation, extension and dispersion of process, managers and managerial work.

Part One - Giles

Giles arrived at the tall glass headquarter building a good half an hour before the designated time.  He was here for a very important interview.  Father was insisting that he find a decent job and had threatened to cut off his allowance as a means of encouraging some serious interest in a career.  It is strange how things work out, thought Giles, as when his father had first turned the screw of pressure to find a job, Giles was totally devoid of any ideas as to how to go about such a tiresome process.  As luck would have it, and quite out of the blue, he had been approached by a recruiter in his favorite watering hole “The Blue Oyster Bar” with an offer of an interview to join ‘The Organization’ as a management trainee. 

Giles, at the age of 24 was tall and good looking.  His life so far had been one of privilege and comfort.  Father, a Colonel in the British Army now seconded to the Ministry of Defence, had been a major influence on Giles life.  Giles had made it through Eton and scraped into Oxford to read History.  He majored on Victorian Pornography and apart from the tedious aspects of study quite enjoyed his time there.  Accommodation had been somewhat squalid with the absence of most essential home comforts.  He was initially horrified to find no bar, DVD, housekeeper, cook or even refrigerator in his rooms.  Still, needs must, he had thought, and soon adjusted to his new squalor.  Oxford was followed by two years short service commission in the Grenadier Guards, his father’s old regiment.  Life had improved considerably in the Army and Giles took to the Mess with vigor.  It was like a home from home.  Indeed half the chaps in the mess had been at Eton when Giles was there.  A slight problem, however, was the lack of girlies.  Giles had first met some girlies whilst up at Oxford.  Of course he had met girlies before during vacation from Eton.   Some chaps had sisters but sisters aren’t really girlies.  One has to be bloody careful around sisters as the wrong word or action can lead to serious problems with a chap who is the sister’s brother.  Giles had learnt that some actions were just inexcusable and a decent chap has to be bloody careful around sisters.  The girlies he had met were mainly local inhabitants of the nearby village and Giles had met them on his many jaunts to the pub or the local disco.  These girlies were, thought Giles, very different from chaps’ sisters.  He had heard stories at school from the older chaps about what one could get up to with girlies and of course had seen all of the magazines that Tarquin rented out at £1 an hour.  These various magazines were well stocked with photos of girl’s breasts of all shapes and sizes and even the occasional full frontal shots revealing various shaded triangles of pubic hair.  The one thing that boys were most interested to see, examine in minute detail and study at length was however, totally absent from the magazines, female genitalia.  Like all the other boys Giles had looked at every reference source he could think of in the library.  It seemed that the only pictures available in any school books was the common cross section of ovaries, fallopian tubes and what looked like a vacuum cleaner tube at the bottom.  Collectively the diagram resembled some sort of exotic flower or Triffid.  Nothing, however prepared him for his first encounter with ‘Big Mary’ behind the village Post Office. 

Mary was a local village girl and was quite large.  She had enormous breasts that were the subject of much discussion by the elder boys at school.  It was widely known that Mary had a penchant for the younger school boys and legend had it that once you touched her breasts she would go into a wild frenzy of sexual excitement.  Whilst in this frenzy, apparently, anything was allowed, the only downside being that Mary expected to be given five pounds for her trouble.  Giles was in the village one Wednesday evening, ostensibly running an errand for a master when he saw Mary and a few others sitting on the wall outside the Post Office chatting.  Seizing the moment Giles decided to go for it.  This was his chance to actually see what a girls ‘bottom bits’ looked like.

Gary arrived just after Giles, and wondered as he followed him into the vaulted reception if he was also attending an interview at ‘The Organisation’.  Gary was also 24 and had just got his Masters Degree in economics at Imperial College.  He was brilliant and his tutor had quietly one day pulled him aside and told him about an opportunity of a career at ‘The Organisation’.  Gary grew up in London and had lived with his mother in Nelson Mandela House in Wandsworth.  He had attended the local comprehensive where he had worked very hard and had passed fistfuls of GCSE’s.  His mum had sacrificed everything to encourage Giles to get as good an education as he could.  He won a place at LSE and got a first class honours degree and then moved to Imperial to get his masters.  Life had been hard for Giles.  It seemed that wherever he went he never fitted in.  At Nelson Mandela Comprehensive his life had been a misery until he learned how to fight and stand up for himself.  In his class of 42 pupils he had been one of only three non-Caribbean ethnics.  At LSE he first mixed with the middle classes and soon discovered that whilst different he had many advantages over them.  Gary had always worked.  When at comprehensive he did a morning paper round and in the evenings, after school, worked in the local fish and chip shop pealing and chipping potatoes ready for the friar.  At University he had worked evenings, weekends and vacations in a series of jobs; MacDonald’s, B & Q, The Rose and Crown and even now he still held down two jobs.  Apart from the cost of supporting himself through college his mother was always grateful for any contribution that he could make. 

It had been difficult for Gary to accept and adjust to what can only be described as a disability. It was when he was about sixteen that the realization that his penis was deformed first dawned on him.  Surrounded, as he was, by very well endowed Afro-Caribbean’s, it took a while to register.  Whilst flaccid, Gary was a good five inches long, but when erect he grew to some eight inches long and over five inches in circumference.  The awareness did not come from a comparison with the other boys.  Whilst they all paraded in the changing rooms and showers naked, only flaccid examples could be seen.  Giles had of course seen his erect tackle many times but without anything to compare it with how was he to have known?  The truth had become evident the evening that he took April to the pictures.  April lived next door to Gary and they had been friends almost all of their lives.  Gary had suddenly realized that April was attractive and so asked her out on a date.  They sat in the back row of the cinema, in a corner.  Gary had his arm around her and gently nibbled her ear lobe and neck watching very carefully for a reaction.  The last thing he wanted to do was upset April; he really liked her.  April did not mind at all.  She suddenly turned her head to face Gary and their lips met.  They kissed lingeringly and passionately.  Gary’s hand slipped over April’s right breast and he gently caressed her awaiting a reaction.  April’s breathing heightened and Gary felt her hand caress his thigh.  Her hand slowly moved up his leg.  Gary had by this time developed an enormous erection.  He had already shuffled in his seat to unbend the initial excitement. April’s hand reached his groin and a gasp escaped her lips.

Geraldine, Gerry to her friends, was probably one of the first to arrive and saw both Giles and Gary as they entered.  She had a long journey from her home in Lymington and in order to allow for the vagaries of public transport had left plenty of time for journey.  Disasters being absent she had arrived far too early and had already visited several cafes before finally checking in about an hour early.  Gerry was the daughter of a Chartered Accountant and had been raised in the sleepy tourist town in Hampshire.  She had attended a local girl’s school where she did well at her exams and then got a Business Studies Degree at Southampton.  At 22 years old she was fiercely proud of still being a virgin.  To be precise, Gerry’s definition of being a virgin was somewhat unusual.  To her it meant that she had not yet had penetrative vaginal intercourse with a man.  This had been no mean feat whist at University and required constant vigilance.  She had learnt at girl’s school to explore and stimulate her own body and from time to time had the help of other girls.  At Uni she had experimented with boys and girls and had set out to explore every possible experience except for male penetrative intercourse in the vagina.   Gerry, if pressed, would admit to finding sex with women far better than with men. It was a fact that a woman so better understood the female body and was therefore far better at stimulating to dizzy heights than any man she had ever met.

Gerry was 5 foot 4 inches and a shapely 36D 22 34.  Her long blond hair and deep blue eyes were a feature.  She had always been interested in keeping fit and had spent many hours at the gymnasium.  Tennis, golf, swimming, athletics and Karate were all keenly and enthusiastically undertaken.  Geraldine for as long as she could remember had always wanted a career in the cutting and thrusting corporate environment.  She saw herself as a successful business leader with all the power and wealth that usually accompanied such positions.  Never one to wait for things to happen, she had single mindedly focused her efforts since leaving college researching likely employers for her talents.  ‘The Organization’ had not been an obvious choice though.   There was something strange and a little sinister she discovered about an entity that so well concealed all but the shallowest facts about itself.  This caught her imagination and she abandoned traditional sources of information in favour of some unsavory sources that she had developed at college.

to be continued....................