d them off to a commune in the Catskills for a sales meeting, they thought wishfully that someone had caught on.

It was late one Sunday evening, when they boarded the kind of dark chartered bus that childhood field trips are made of. The following morning, two consultants stood before a room fil

A commonly asked question for leaders in the corporate world is, “What is wrong with this picture –‘our’ picture?” And at the same time, employees in these organizations wonder why their superiors say one thing but do another, and why these same individuals seem to get worse as they move up the ranks. Each time I hear it, I’m reminded of a tale.

It was a few years ago when Wendy worked for a famous fashion designer in sales. It was only her third job, and already she was wondering what was wrong with people at work.

She’d seen plenty of dysfunctional people in her first two jobs, but nothing could compare to her boss at the fashion company, who was pretty, but in a scary way – kind of like Elvira. Wendy had been befuddled by various Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde routines before, but this boss made the Tasmanian devil look like a tame soul. She was cunning, witty and mean. Wendy in the meantime was confused. The fact that her boss didn’t realize that she siphoned the life from the people who reported to her was beyond Wendy’s grasp.

Wendy and her coworkers were mystified that no one seemed to notice or care that a crazy woman worked for the same company they did. So when the CEO shipped them off to a commune in the Catskills for a sales meeting, they thought wishfully that someone had caught on.

It was late one Sunday evening, when they boarded the kind of dark chartered bus that childhood field trips are made of. The following morning, two consultants stood before a room fill

Each time I hear it, I’m reminded of a tale.

It was a few years ago when Wendy worked for a famous fashion designer in sales. It was only her third job, and already she was wondering what was wrong with people at work.

She’d seen plenty of dysfunctional people in her first two jobs, but nothing could compare to her boss at the fashion company, who was pretty, but in a scary way – kind of like Elvira. Wendy had been befuddled by various Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde routines before, but this boss made the Tasmanian devil look like a tame soul. She was cunning, witty and mean. Wendy in the meantime was confused. The fact that her boss didn’t realize that she siphoned the life from the people who reported to her was beyond Wendy’s grasp.

Wendy and her coworkers were mystified that no one seemed to notice or care that a crazy woman worked for the same company they did. So when the CEO shipped them off to a commune in the Catskills for a sales meeting, they thought wishfully that someone had caught on.

It was late one Sunday evening, when they boarded the kind of dark chartered bus that childhood field trips are made of. The following morning, two consultants stood before a room fil

ng could compare to her boss at the fashion company, who was pretty, but in a scary way – kind of like Elvira. Wendy had been befuddled by various Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde routines before, but this boss made the Tasmanian devil look like a tame soul. She was cunning, witty and mean. Wendy in the meantime was confused. The fact that her boss didn’t realize that she siphoned the life from the people who reported to her was beyond Wendy’s grasp.

Wendy and her coworkers were mystified that no one seemed to notice or care that a crazy woman worked for the same company they did. So when the CEO shipped them off to a commune in the Catskills for a sales meeting, they thought wishfully that someone had caught on.

It was late one Sunday evening, when they boarded the kind of dark chartered bus that childhood field trips are made of. The following morning, two consultants stood before a room fil

e was confused. The fact that her boss didn’t realize that she siphoned the life from the people who reported to her was beyond Wendy’s grasp.

Wendy and her coworkers were mystified that no one seemed to notice or care that a crazy woman worked for the same company they did. So when the CEO shipped them off to a commune in the Catskills for a sales meeting, they thought wishfully that someone had caught on.

It was late one Sunday evening, when they boarded the kind of dark chartered bus that childhood field trips are made of. The following morning, two consultants stood before a room fil

d them off to a commune in the Catskills for a sales meeting, they thought wishfully that someone had caught on.

It was late one Sunday evening, when they boarded the kind of dark chartered bus that childhood field trips are made of. The following morning, two consultants stood before a room filled with Wendy and her coworkers. On either side of a flip chart stood an upbeat school teacher with a strawberry blonde bun secured at the nape of her neck, and an overly tanned, hairy-chested ex-psychiatrist sporting a loud button-down that really should have been buttoned up.

Wendy thought the consultants were great. They spent two days doing creativity exercises, brain tracing (a spin-off on Freud’s free association), team building and problem solving. They had ropes and mazes and bricks. Sometimes they were even blindfolded and tied to one another. (It’s not what you think.)

Everyone seemed equally as affected and responded with the same enthusiasm Wendy did. Even her barbarian boss seemed transformed.

Wendy headed home looking forward to better days. She expected some sane and civilized behavior back on the job not only from her boss, but from the other superiors around her as well. But instead of getting better, things got worse. It took only about a week for her boss to turn inside out again in a fit of rage. Wendy wondered, “What could have gone so wrong? What had been the point to take us from our jobs and spend all that money? Was it not to make us a better team, m