Penny Wise, Pound Foolish

By Jim Hagarty
2016

Richard Branson, head of Virgin, once said a business owner should train an employee so well that he could leave him. Then treat him so well he wouldn’t want to.

I have seen this principle at work so often, usually in a negative way. It’s incredible to watch a company invest time and money and sometimes years getting an employee all ready to walk across the street and go to work for the company’s competitor. Or even worse, to start their own competing company with their newfound expertise. All because, having invested in the employee, the company then insists on failing to value him. Low pay, little stature, few benefits, punishing work schedules.

The competitor across the street takes notice of the man’s value and hires him away from the place which gave him his start and his skills. The competitor is happy to be able to take on the fully trained but undervalued employee, allowing them to bypass the apprenticeship. The competitor treats the man well and keeps him.

Meanwhile, Company A repeats the mistake over and over and soon falls behind, often going out of business in the end. Penny wise and pound foolish.

All companies are only as good as the people they employ. It is amazing how often true value is chased out the door to save a few bucks. I patronize a business in my town which has kept a steady and happy workforce for years. It’s the most solid enterprise I’ve ever seen. A chance meeting with the owner tells the story: That man is a gem.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.