番手を知って経営をする

ジメジメとして暑い日が続いていますね。こんなときは心が暑がっていますから、京都の伝統ある扇子でも使って、涼しい風で心も体も冷やしたいものです。
so this morning i was thinking about givers and the methods and ways in which they figure out how to give.givers are from many origins. some give because they want friends. some give because they have too much and feel bad. some give because someone else gave to them and changed their life in a positive way. some give because others didn't. some give because they don't want the planet to crash. some give because they are getting rid of something and want to be perceived as generous.and this last part made me stop.literally, a wildly unabashed naked madonna ran across the living room in my mind. i could hear her high heels and then her whole entourage from 1992 -- all the lavish characters from her book called SEX -- pursued her, laughing quite joyously.but here's why...i had a friend that i met my second year in college. she was a fascinating character with long flowing curly red hair and the personality to match it. but even though she appeared boisterous and wild on the outside, inside she was actually painfully shy and had an extremely difficult time trying to get what she wanted or express herself to others.our friendship had a 12 year lifetime. during its life, we both moved away to different parts of the world and she became overwhelmed with alcohol and despair. but we were united once again in the last two years of our friendship. sadly, we had made so many adventures together at the beginning that in the end, just sitting around and drinking and talking/reliving all those fantastic journeys became irrelevant. i gave up and mostly because i don't like over-drinking. i didn't want alcoholic friends who couldn't move forward. and even after the drinking stopped and the recovery took effect, we didn't have any memories that didn't involve the history of her drinking heavily. so, in all fairness, i would forever be a spiritual reminder of those younger, faster, more dangerous/less consequential days. i would be a gateway memory to the volatile past.anyway, in one of our last moments, several of her close friends helped her cart a bunch of stuff to the good will. she was moving back up to the city to take a job in her father's business -- her ultimate self-proclaimed defeat. it shamed her because it made her feel like she was making the exact same sacrifice that her mother had made. and she was making that same sacrifice and it was killing her, so those last days were clouded by her own disappointment and self absorption.in one of the boxes, as i was unloading at the thrift store, i found the book SEX. i was flabbergasted. it was only 1999 at the time, but i looked through the rest of the boxes and they were filled with treasures of the same ilk. highly personal things, but real rarities of sentimental value.anyway, the other folks/friends who were helping with her move and the clean up process got wind of the boxes and started going through them as well. in general, it was a sad moment because all these people were generously helping this person with her move and she could easily have gifted any and all of them with a seriously cool memento or treasure for their help and friendship and love. instead, cold heartedly, she boxed it up and gave it away to strangers.this made me mad and i'm bad with anger. i grabbed the book SEX from the box and thanked her for her strange lack of generosity which had left her throwaways in my vehicle and legally mine. i gave the others a shot at anything they might have wanted to. then i told her how the book would've made the most lovely of all gifts if it had come from her heart. it would have been something i never would forget and always value and treasure. today the book is worth 400$to me, that book is worth the friend i lost.but it's not the money, it was the lesson of giving and the power of withholding.however, the book did come out during the zenith of our best years together when we weren't mainstream. we were freer than madonna and the top 100.we had access to the top 1000 and went our own way.we dug into a different topsoil of music and dance and party.for us, madonna was tamed down for the public eye and campy with bubblegum relish. her brazen sexuality was glamorous but stylized into personal irrelevance. she was a floozy, not a great artist. she was a sexual shapeshifter, not an icon. she donned guises instead of tearing the meat off the bone with her bare teeth.but in the book SEX, things got spicy. madonna told a story that was much closer to a life path that we were curious about. and the photos were/are excellent. she worked with really great artists to create the book.and i guess i'll probably always keep this book if i can. it was/is utter genius and pure fantasy.i am already doing a version of it that i can present here without copyright infringement since so few people have seen/read it. SEX is based a lot on artistically sharing shame without fear.it's so outrageous as to be startling and shocking.it's also so spiritually shocking and revealing as to be great literature.either way, only one million books written by madonna were made that year :-)and that's not a lot of books for the world's biggest living star
so this morning i was thinking about givers and the methods and ways in which they figure out how to give.givers are from many origins. some give because they want friends. some give because they have too much and feel bad. some give because someone else gave to them and changed their life in a positive way. some give because others didn't. some give because they don't want the planet to crash. some give because they are getting rid of something and want to be perceived as generous.and this last part made me stop.literally, a wildly unabashed naked madonna ran across the living room in my mind. i could hear her high heels and then her whole entourage from 1992 -- all the lavish characters from her book called SEX -- pursued her, laughing quite joyously.but here's why...i had a friend that i met my second year in college. she was a fascinating character with long flowing curly red hair and the personality to match it. but even though she appeared boisterous and wild on the outside, inside she was actually painfully shy and had an extremely difficult time trying to get what she wanted or express herself to others.our friendship had a 12 year lifetime. during its life, we both moved away to different parts of the world and she became overwhelmed with alcohol and despair. but we were united once again in the last two years of our friendship. sadly, we had made so many adventures together at the beginning that in the end, just sitting around and drinking and talking/reliving all those fantastic journeys became irrelevant. i gave up and mostly because i don't like over-drinking. i didn't want alcoholic friends who couldn't move forward. and even after the drinking stopped and the recovery took effect, we didn't have any memories that didn't involve the history of her drinking heavily. so, in all fairness, i would forever be a spiritual reminder of those younger, faster, more dangerous/less consequential days. i would be a gateway memory to the volatile past.anyway, in one of our last moments, several of her close friends helped her cart a bunch of stuff to the good will. she was moving back up to the city to take a job in her father's business -- her ultimate self-proclaimed defeat. it shamed her because it made her feel like she was making the exact same sacrifice that her mother had made. and she was making that same sacrifice and it was killing her, so those last days were clouded by her own disappointment and self absorption.in one of the boxes, as i was unloading at the thrift store, i found the book SEX. i was flabbergasted. it was only 1999 at the time, but i looked through the rest of the boxes and they were filled with treasures of the same ilk. highly personal things, but real rarities of sentimental value.anyway, the other folks/friends who were helping with her move and the clean up process got wind of the boxes and started going through them as well. in general, it was a sad moment because all these people were generously helping this person with her move and she could easily have gifted any and all of them with a seriously cool memento or treasure for their help and friendship and love. instead, cold heartedly, she boxed it up and gave it away to strangers.this made me mad and i'm bad with anger. i grabbed the book SEX from the box and thanked her for her strange lack of generosity which had left her throwaways in my vehicle and legally mine. i gave the others a shot at anything they might have wanted to. then i told her how the book would've made the most lovely of all gifts if it had come from her heart. it would have been something i never would forget and always value and treasure. today the book is worth 400$to me, that book is worth the friend i lost.but it's not the money, it was the lesson of giving and the power of withholding.however, the book did come out during the zenith of our best years together when we weren't mainstream. we were freer than madonna and the top 100.we had access to the top 1000 and went our own way.we dug into a different topsoil of music and dance and party.for us, madonna was tamed down for the public eye and campy with bubblegum relish. her brazen sexuality was glamorous but stylized into personal irrelevance. she was a floozy, not a great artist. she was a sexual shapeshifter, not an icon. she donned guises instead of tearing the meat off the bone with her bare teeth.but in the book SEX, things got spicy. madonna told a story that was much closer to a life path that we were curious about. and the photos were/are excellent. she worked with really great artists to create the book.and i guess i'll probably always keep this book if i can. it was/is utter genius and pure fantasy.i am already doing a version of it that i can present here without copyright infringement since so few people have seen/read it. SEX is based a lot on artistically sharing shame without fear.it's so outrageous as to be startling and shocking.it's also so spiritually shocking and revealing as to be great literature.either way, only one million books written by madonna were made that year :-)and that's not a lot of books for the world's biggest living star
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ジメジメとして暑い日が続いていますね。

こんなときは心が暑がっていますから、

京都の伝統ある扇子でも使って、

涼しい風で心も体も冷やしたいものです。

セレンディピティという会社を興してから、

今日で12年目を迎えました。

12年といえば、一区切りですね。

休まず歩いてきましたから、

さぞかし遠くまで歩いただろうと振り返ってみると、

何の事はない、まだ、同じ町内をウロウロしている。

そんな気がしています。

「大勢のヒトを使っているのだから、ご苦労でしょう」

と年配の方に労いの言葉をかけられることもあり、

「えぇ、ほんと。大変なんですよー」と一応合わせますが、

正直言うと、それほど苦労というようなことはしていない。

強いていえば、やっぱりヒトに「失望」したことは多々ありましたが、

「ヒトは自分と違っていて当然なんだ」と

当たり前のことに気づいてしまえば、

それも大したことではなくなりました。

おんなじようにやってもらいたい、

と思うから、なんでできないのとイライラする。

イライラして、思うとおりになればいいですよ。

ところが、そうはならない。

実のところその逆が大半で、

思うとおりになるどころか、

ついていけません、となって逆効果なものです。

カフェというのは客商売ですから、

機転の利かないサービスを一度でもされると、

「まったく気が利かないわ」と

お客さんは怒って二度と来てくれません。

巷には束にして売るほどカフェがあるのです。

素晴らしい店がいっぱいある。

そんなところで、

気が利かないサービスをする店員がいたら、

今回はお金を払うけど、もう二度と来ないわ、

とすればいいだけのことなんです。

だから、キリキリ、カリカリ、

口うるさく、文句を言いたくなる経営者の気持ちも当然ですが、

そんなことをしても、大した効果が薄い。

なにより、小言というのは、言われる方も嫌だけれど、

言った方はもっと嫌な気分になるものですね。

見ざる、言わざる、聞かざるです。

自分の店のことは、

そんなもの自分が一番良くわかっている。

働く店員の「番手」はすべて頭に入っている。

だから、いまお店でなにが起きているか、

およそ見当がつくものなんです。

「番手」とは、紙やすりの粒度のことです。

たとえば、紙やすりの裏に、

#40と書いてあれば、それは荒削りの段階で使う荒目であり、

#220と書いてあったら、それは仕上げに使う細目です。

ボクは店員の番手が、頭に全部入ってますから、

荒っぽい仕事を任せるなら、

番手が小さい店員を使えと指示を出すし、

細かく丁寧さが求められる仕事なら番手が大きい店員を重用する。

番手を間違って使うドジはしない、そこは自信がある。

ただ。

ただね。

人間というのは紙やすりに例えたけれど、

紙やすりではないんです。

荒目のひとは細目に憧れ、その逆もしかり、

出来もしないことを、やってみたいと思うものだということまで、

考慮に入れなければなりません。

その度合いが強い人、弱い人、

強い時期、弱い時期まで、きちんと加味する。

得意なことを伸ばし、褒められればいいのに、

できないことをできるようにしたいと思う人が、

この世になんて多いことでしょうか。

ここまでわかれば、うまくいくか?というと、

そうでもないんですね。

世の中が成熟してますから、

仕上げの高さに、お客さんはすっかり慣れてしまっている。

機械やコンピューターで仕上げれば、

安く精度が高いものができる。

小さな手作りカフェの小さなアラはカバーできませんよ。

そもそも、小さな組織というのは、

ジャイアン、スネ夫、のび太、くらいが関の山で、

荒目、中目、細目、揃ってたら御の字、といったものです。

ドラえもんがいたら、

経営者はいろんな番手をポケットから出してもらいたい。

もしくは、可変式の自在に番手を変える紙やすりを出してもらいたい。

考えられる対策としては二つ。

・いまいる番手で完成できるものを常に考えること。

・足りない番手は自分が補うこと。

ボクは荒目から、細目まで、ざっとだいたいできます。

そうしておけば、いざという状況でも力になれるし、

なにより、それぞれの気持ちを理解してあげられる。

京都の伝統的な扇子作りには、10以上の工程があって、

それぞれ、竹を大きく割るだけのヒト、中位に割るだけのヒト、

紙を貼るヒト、伸ばすヒト、と専門の工房が仕上げていくそうです。

それはとてもとても贅沢なことですが、

小さなカフェの経営者にとっては、なんの参考にもなりやしません。

マメヒコ劇 vol2 「ルンルー通りの三角形」

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