Logistics Strikes Back: Fire Me, Lose Everything
At the annual company banquet, the boss had the tables and chairs from the logistics department removed, leaving only a stainless steel dog bowl in the center of the stage.
"Logistics is just the company's watchdog," he said coldly. "Since when do watchdogs sit at the table and eat?"
The top sales champion laughed as he dumped leftovers into the bowl. The boss casually slipped a black garbage bag over my shoulders.
"From now on, you're the company's living trash can. Catch it properly."
Laughter erupted across the room.
Amid the jeers, I silently tightened my grip on the universal access card in my hand.
What they didn't know was that the building's special approvals for water and electricity—and all its property management connections—were maintained by this very "dog face" of mine.
I tossed my ID badge into the dog bowl and turned to leave.
Let's see how long you last once the new year passes—without logistics there to hold everything together.