Between unexpectedly parting company with my school and joining the Merchant Navy I spent some months working in a cheese distribution centre. I am reminded of that experience by the current interest in the four-day week.
I worked with two ladies of indeterminate age called Flo and Madge. Our job was to assemble pallets of cheese in accordance with customer orders, the cheese being picked as required from supplier pallets.
I was young and keen and it soon became apparent to me that we could complete each day's orders in about half a day. My efforts to prove this did not go down well with Flo and Madge, who made it clear to me that this was not something they would tolerate. Neither did it seem to be welcomed by the foreman, a placid man in a brown coat who had an artificial foot as a souvenir of the war.
Even at that age I had sense enough to know that being disliked by your colleagues and boss makes for an unpleasant working environment and I quickly fell into line.
I'm pretty sure that the reasons for this poor productivity, or the consequences for the firm concerned or, by extension, the country, did not at the time cross my mind. Reflecting on it now it seems clear that:
- The employees concerned allowed the work to expand to fill the time available in order to protect their jobs
- There was no benefit to them in working harder
- They saw the rate at which they worked, established by custom and practice, as "fair" - an unwritten contract between them and the firm
- The supervisor (and presumably the managers above him) accepted this state of affairs in order to preserve the peace and maintain relationahips.
- By moving to a four-day week we both accept that you are producing at least 25% less than you could.
- We are rewarding this poor performance by giving you a 25% pay rise.
- We are doing this because a) it's much too difficult to improve actual productivity and b) we are in a dog-fight for staff
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