Where the Wild Things Work

The night Max wore his fleece vest and made mischief of one kind and another, the senior partners called him a disruptor. Max said, “I will optimize you!” so he was sent to the client site without his supper.That very night in Max’s hotel room a corporate restructuring grew, and grew, and grew until his spreadsheets hung from the ceiling and the walls became the world all around. An expense account tumbled by, and he sailed off through night and day, and in and out of weeks, and almost over a year to where the wild things work.When he came to the place where the wild things work, they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible operational inefficiencies.“Be still,” Max said, and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into his yellow legal pad without blinking once. He declared them all redundant and made himself the most senior consultant of all.“And now,” cried Max, “let the wild right-sizing begin!”He…