The
buttons and posters appeared one day and then were quickly taken down, but some
of us snagged the swag before it could be recalled. Apparently, some lackey in
the marketing group had prematurely pulled the trigger on an elaborate campaign
to launch… whatever was being launched.
A couple
of days later the items reappeared: buttons bearing the grinning mouth and nose
and bottom rims of the glasses of the famous founder of Microsoft, and posters
that said "why is this man smiling?"
We, the
denizens of early-90s Microsoft hallways and rabbit-warren offices -- about
10,000 of us -- had no idea. Until we opened our email later that day and saw
an invitation to an event on one of the ballfields in the center of
campus.
What
exciting program was being announced? Speculation flew. Bonuses for all? Some
kind of award? A trip to Hawaii? Our expectations were high. This was a
company, after all, that gave generous bonuses every six months along with
stock options that were zooming skyward along with the company's valuation;
that literally had a "morale budget" for every group to spend as they
saw fit for parties, outings, beer and snacks at meetings, whatever we wanted,
just to keep us all happy and productive.
We
trouped out to the ballfield at the appointed time. A stage was set up at one
end. Music boomed over loudspeakers. Tables around the perimeter were laden
with buckets of beer and wine and sodas and massive trays of sandwiches, chips,
cookies, and snacks. We helped ourselves, clinked bottles and congratulated
ourselves on doing whatever we had done to deserve this, and then waited.
After a
while, Mike Maples appeared on stage. Mike was the head of marketing. At the
time, his sister, Marla Maples, was married to Donald Trump. He got asked about
her all the time, and always admitted sheepishly that yes, he was related to
that Marla. He made a few introductory remarks but didn't reveal our purpose in
gathering. He left that to BillG, as everyone called him.
Bill
Gates took the mic.
Bill
shared the exciting news that, in the plaza between buildings 16 and 17 and
even as he spoke, paving stones were being replaced with plaques commemorating
every product the company had shipped to date. As each new product shipped, he
told us, new plaques would appear. Walking the plaza, which he dubbed the Walk
of Fame, would afford a person a chance to tour Microsoft's illustrious history
of shipping great software.
The
silence was deafening. If we hadn't been standing on a grassy field, you could
have heard a pin drop.
Then
Bill held up an oblong slab of plexiglas and announced that, in addition to the
awesome Walk of Fame, every time we shipped a new product, everyone on the
product team would be given one of these obelisks and a metallic sticker with
the name of the product and the date, which we could then affix to the
plexiglas. The more products you had a part in shipping, the more stickers you
would amass.
Stickers?
This all came down to stickers? The disappointment was palpable. We waited for
the other shoe… the cash awards that came with it, the trips, the big stuff.
Nope, there was nothing else. The Ship-It Award, as some genius in marketing
had decided to call it, was nothing but a piece of plastic with spaces for
stickers.
And that
was it. We were encouraged to party and enjoy the treats, and then to make our
way to the Walk of Fame to look at the plaques and bask in the glory of
shipping cool stuff. Everyone drank as much beer as they could get their hands
on and laughed at the anticlimactic event.
When we
got back to our offices, there was an email from Mike Maples with the subject
line "Shi&-It Awards." Yes, someone had made a monumental typo in
the subject line. It seemed the perfect end to a bizarre day.
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