Month: September 2014

The Motivation Of Workers

I have spoken on several occasions of the motivation of workers and factors that increase satisfaction at work or decrease it. In this stage of crisis and change is more important that never maintain high morale to many modern managers fill them mouth when they talk about refer to the staff as its most important asset, or they talk about human resources policies however, in practice the staff is seen more as a cost which speaks of the cost of the staff – and in terms of human resources as an asset, if we analyse well, although it seems a very modern expression (rather than personnel policy), continues to regard humans as a resource, but still not that asset they both proclaim. Workers need to feel useful and involved in a project, ideally to participate even in the definition of the same and the objectives sought. Many leaders do not understand this, and believe that their role is the directing his subordinates towards a goal defined from the top of the chart, that’s why are those who know. They are more oriented towards theory X, whereby workers are lazy by nature, and needed supervision and control, that theory, and according to which workers are able to autodirigirse if they are committed with the objectives, and seek responsibility.

In this sense, the best way that a worker is involved with what makes is that it has participated in its definition. And if the worker feels that he is involved in something important, you will feel much more motivated. A very well-known and significant example in this regard is the so-called Hawthorne experiment, conducted on the floor of the Western Electric Company in Hawthorne, Chicago. And we are talking about 1927, epoch in which what was in vogue was the division of the work of Taylor, and the production chain (remember the famous film modern times, Chaplin). In the experiment, coordinated by the psychologist and industry research in Harvard Professor Elton Mayo, it was to see how the lighting conditions affecting productivity.

The Train

The train. One day, in a railway station, a traveller without almost no luggage was lowered. In the station had not any awaiting person only a dog, a bird, and the Moon, because at that very moment, was dark. Traveler as if he knew the place, put the hat he summer is the neck of its winter coat, rolled a skinny all calmly, and in the opposite direction to that llebaba the train, started to walk down the middle two Rails turning his cigar, and expelling a well concentrated puff of smoke. The dog looked at him as if she knew it by moving its tail, and arguing that smile that only they know put the dogs when someone drops them well. Pajarito fumbled two well pitched trills and flying over the hat, dropped him a cagadita to the stranger in are welcome. The man smoke his cigar and his shadow, were becoming smaller as he walked with good step toward the horizon, where faded from view. The night entered the place of Arrabaldo, very far place, of more beyond even, that of where sleep storms, more away than the sky, even this stranger had almost no face, his face was limited to a few simple strokes, expressionless, he had no approximate age, even is you could guess race, was a man without a soul, almost it wasn’t human, it was only a being almost live your steps they were determined and their fate seemed also. He continued walking days and nights without rest, without looking back, only with an address that marked you those Rails that each side accompanied with that cold color metal that have routes, and the intense smell of the bouncing treated wood with oil. The days went by with their rains, winds, their fragrant sunrises of those flowers that accompany the sides of the passage of so many trains, drawing in the air so majestic shape exist, their quiet evenings and its sunsets, announcing another day lived with his long and silent night wrapping of darkness until the most pure souls.