MFE-- This is it. Time to lead. Are you up to the challenge? Personally, I think you are but only if you are willing to lead even when it seems nobody is following and there are real careers on the line. As R1a said, the odds are heavily stacked against you. This is how legends are formed. Spartacus. Achilles. David. Churchill. MFE? Why not?
It's not up to Mr. FedEx to lead. It is up to the readers of this forum who are Express Couriers to realize that if they really want to organize, that they will need to FOLLOW and do some work.
I know the vast majority of Couriers that post and read here are thinking that they'll "wait until the bandwagon gets rolling" and when it looks certain victory will be achieved, THEN they'll jump on and ride it to the inevitable conclusion. That has been the undercurrent here for the past 4 years at least - wait until someone ELSE does all the risky work, then when it looks like it will actually happen, THEN dive in.
I read bbsam's post this AM and thought about it all day, and an experience from my 'childhood' came up which provides a perfect metaphor for this phenomena. Bear with me...
Back when I was in the 7th grade, there was this class mate that was a prototypical sociopath. He must've gone through puberty while in 4th grade, since he was built like someone 3-4 years older than he actually was (or his parents must've fed him raw iron as an infant). He CONSTANTLY picked fights (and when fought one-on-one, won), intimidated everyone and generally terrorized most of the class (it was a small school with one class per grade, parochial school).
Anyway...
Late in the year, the boys in the class got together because we had enough. We knew that if we all confronted Greg (his true name), that we could pound the living crap out of him and teach him a lesson he'd never forget. So we made our plan to confront him after school off of school property and pound his head into the ground.
As the day approached for the planned big fight, we were all getting real confident about what we had in store. No one leaked the plan (if it had leaked out, we would've been nailed by the school administration). The afternoon for the big fight came and we all gathered.
As we stood waiting, one of the boys stated that he had soccer practice to go to and ran off. Another stated that he told his mother about the fight and was threatened with 'grounding' if he participated and ran off. Soon the excuses flowed forth and it was me and my best friend left standing there looking at each other.
I knew that with just the two of us each giving our best, we'd win. We might get a black eye, some cuts and scrapes, but with the two of us, we'd win and Greg would end up going to the hospital (we knew he wouldn't tell if he got his head pounded, his pride would've prevented that). So I was looking at my friend and said, "Are you ready?"
He hesitated and said, "No". To this day, I don't know if he doubted in his own abilities, or didn't trust me enough to take on my 'share' of the fight. He said sorry and walked away.
I knew that if I got into a full out fight with Greg by myself, I would be the one that got his head pounded into the ground, NOT he. I wasn't going to get the pounding of my life, without being confident that I'd win (doubtful). So I walked away.
The following Monday, we were all silent. We had been beaten, NOT by Greg, but by our own fears and self doubts. I didn't make a scene, since I didn't start a fight with Greg myself, so I had nothing to use against my classmates. But from that day forward, we were all a bit more timid and Greg's tyranny only got worse. Eighth grade wasn't fun (we had all grown a bit ourself, so we weren't as unevenly matched against Greg), but our tails were definitely between our legs that year. After that school year my family moved, and I never saw or heard from any of those in that school again.
It seemed that most of the class was waiting for someone else to start the fight, then once Greg was off his feet and clearly defeated, jump into the fray, seek their vengeance, land a couple of punches and walk away thinking highly of themselves. When the big day arrived, the group peeled off one by one, each either too afraid, or too distrusting of their fellow classmates (they didn't want to be left alone with Greg in a one on one fight, with everyone else just standing watching as is so common in middle school fights).
True story...
You as an Express Courier have a similar bully pushing you around. His name is Fred S; he throws his weight around and has intimidated the lot of you into submission. NONE OF YOU has a chance in hell of taking him on one on one. Your head would be planted so far into the ground that it would take a mining company to get it out again.
You all detest what Fred has done to you, how the intimidation works and are just about as angry with yourself for being in the situation as you are with Fred. You all know the solution to the problem, but you are either just too damn afraid to get into a fight, or more likely, don't trust your 'classmates' enough to stay in the fight and not leave you standing alone. Perfectly understandable...
You are all waiting for the 'big fight' to begin; waiting, watching, until you see that Fred is off his feet. THEN, you'd be willing to jump into the fray, land your two punches and walk away knowing that you'd won.
Here's the problem, the fight will never happen with all of you thinking that way. You are going to have to get over your fear, trust some of your coworkers and start planning for the big fight day.
You can't hold back, waiting for someone else to get the planning done, to start the actual fist fight to get Fred knocked off his feet so that you can safely join in and get a couple of kicks in or maybe even a few punches to the face. You are going to have to band together and act as ONE, if you ever hope to pound Fred's face into the ground and not live in constant fear of what he can and will do to you as long as you work in Express.
It is often said that the conflicts faced by children are the same that are faced by adults; they only differ in terms of magnitude, means of conducting the fight and types of injuries sustained.
You either need to commit to banding together and planning on the big fight by using your HEADS, or give up the notion that you will ever defeat Fred and learn to either accept the tyranny, or hope to God that fate takes you out of Express where you don't have to deal with Fred any longer.
Unlike the childhood story of mine, Fred is getting stronger each year while you and your coworkers are getting weaker. Congress has turned its back on you, organized labor has turned its back on you. All you got right now is each other. You are going to either need to learn to trust each other, band together and not stand around waiting for someone else to start the fight; or learn to be real meek and respectful of Fred when the crap from Memphis gets deeper and deeper.