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I had a carrot manager and a stick manager at the same job one of my high school summers. The job was set up so that there would be one manager and one assistant on duty so I got to see a lot of managing tactics on the ground level, mano e mano. Both systems had their merits, but in a work environment where I was already motivated (a video game store) I was a much better worker under the guy who would throw me a bone from time to time.
The carrot guy, the store manager would go to one of the demo machines and challenge me to a game whenever we didn't have any customers, which was probably half the time if not more. We shucked about games like two random friends in any other setting. He didn't really care if I read a game magazine when the shelves were straight, the store was clean, and nobody was around. He'd call me on my mistakes if I got caught up in a hurry and forgot to give someone their receipt or didn't get their signature on a credit card transaction, but other than that, he didn't really order me around at all. He'd basically tell me what needed to get done at the beginning of the shift and then work side-by-side with me rather than above me so long as I didn't screw up. When I did exceptionally well on my sales numbers for sustained periods of time, he was the one that wrote up commendations and sent them up the pipe, and he'd tell the assistant managers that had to moonlight for the regulars from time to time that they'd get good sales numbers when I was on the job. The happy-cicle that Obtuse described was our situation.
The other guy, the assistant manager, constantly made a point of asserting his position relative to mine on the chain of command. During our frequent 30 minute-2 hour lapses in business, he would search for jobs for me to do just so I didn't appear to be standing around. If I wandered on a circuit around the store looking like I was trying to look for stuff that was out of place he would forget that I existed, but if I picked up a magazine or, heavens forbid, started up a game on a demo machine, he would scramble for some tucked-away archive box of ancient Game Boy games for me to realphabetize. I respected his right as my supervisor to make me do that sort of thing...after all, it was company time and I was being paid to spend it working, not playing. Still, the thoughts of how satisfied and indeed happy I was with my job were knocked down a few rungs whenever I saw he and I on the same schedule time.
When school started up and the job got inconvenient, I stayed onboard...until the store manager got promoted up to a busier store and the assistant inherited the supreme command of the store I was working it and the extended load of hours that came with it. I politely gave my two week notice of resignation. I was very good at my job and did it happily for mere nickles above minimum wage, and I realize I was an asset to the store. The moral of the story that I taught myself for when I found myself in a management position was that it doesn't hurt to give your workers a few bonuses that you don't absolutely have to if they're motivated and don't need a kick in the ass.
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