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Captured by Plamen T. THE GOAL A Process of Ongoing Improvement THIRD REVISED EDITION By Eliyahu M. Goldratt and Jeff Cox With interviews by David . Goldratt in Most people are first exposed to the concepts through his book The Goal. • In Eliyahu Goldratt formed the Avraham Y. Goldratt Institute. The Goal is written by Dr. Goldratt, the person who has invented 'The Theory of Constraints'. The book describes the Theory of Constraints.

For the most part we do. The phone is not ringing. Closest he got to this is possibly his book about retail, "Isn't It Obvious? We belong to a manufacturers' association, and the association invited UniCo to be on a panel to talk about robotics at the annual conference. People hand-carrying things one at a time, back and forth. I need to think and I'll never be able to do it if I go back to the office now.

This disproving does not detract from the validity of the assumption. It just highlights the need or even the existence of another assumption that is more valid. This is the case with the assumption of the conservation of energy which was replaced by Einstein's more global-more valid -postulation of the conservation of energy and mass.

Einstein's assumption is not true to the same extent that the previous one was not "true". Somehow we have restricted the connotation of science to a very selective, limited assemblage of natural phenomena.

We re- fer to science when we deal with physics, chemistry or biology. We should also realize that there are many more phenomena of nature that do not fall into these categories, for instance those phenomena we see in organizations, particularly those in indus- trial organizations. If these phenomena are not phenomena of nature, what are they? Do we want to place what we see in organi- zations to the arena of fiction rather than into reality? Goldratt The Goal: You the reader can judge whether or not the logic of the book's derivation from its assumptions to the phenomena we see daily in our plants is so flawless that you call it common sense.

Incidentally, common sense is not so common and is the highest praise we give to a chain of logical conclusions. If you do, you basically have taken science from the ivory tower of academia and put it where it belongs, within the reach of every one of us and made it applica- ble to what we see around us.

What I have attempted to show with this book is that no exceptional brain power is needed to construct a new science or to expand on an existing one. What is needed is just the courage to face inconsistencies and to avoid running away from them just because "that's the way it was always done". I dared to interweave into the book a family life struggle, which I assume is quite famil- iar to any manager who is to some extent obsessed with his work.

This was not done just to make the book more popular, but to highlight the fact that we tend to disqualify many phenomena of nature as irrelevent as far as science is concerned. I have also attempted to show in the book the meaning of education. I sincerely believe that the only way we can learn is through our deductive process. Presenting us with final conclu- sions is not a way that we learn. At best it is a way that we are trained.

That's why I tried to deliver the message contained in the book in the Socratic way. Jonah, in spite of his knowledge of the solutions, provoked Alex to derive them by supplying the question marks instead of the exclamation marks. I believe that because of this method, you the reader will deduce the answers well before Alex Rogo succeeds in doing so.

If you find the book entertaining maybe you will agree with me that this is the way to educate, this is the way we should attempt to write our textbooks. Our textbooks should not present us with a series of end results but rather a plot that enables the reader to go through the deduc- tion process himself. If I succeed by this book to change some- what your perception of science and education, this is my true reward. It's about people trying to understand what makes their world tick so that they can make it better.

As they think logically and consistently about their problems they are able to determine "cause and effect" relationships between their actions and the results. In the process they deduce some basic principles which they use to save their plant and make it successful. I view science as nothing more than an understanding of the way the world is and why it is that way. At any given time our scientific knowledge is simply the current state of the art of our understanding.

I do not believe in absolute truths. I fear such beliefs because they block the search for better understanding. Whenever we think we have final answers progress, science, and better understanding ceases. Understanding of our world is not something to be pursued for its own sake, however. Knowledge should be pursued, I believe, to make our world better—to make life more fulfilling. There are several reasons I chose a novel to explain my un- derstanding of manufacturing—how it works reality and why it works that way.

First, I want to make these principles more un- derstandable and show how they can bring order to the chaos that so often exists in our plants. Second, I wanted to illustrate the power of this understanding and the benefits it can bring.

The results achieved are not fantasy; they have been, and are being, achieved in real plants. The western world does not have to become a second or third rate manufacturing power.

If we just understand and apply the correct principles, we can compete with anyone. I also hope that readers would see the validity and value of these principles in other organizations such as banks, hospitals, insurance companies and our families. Maybe the same potential for growth and improvement exists in all organizations.

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Finally, and most importantly, I wanted to show that we can E. The secret of being a good scientist, I believe, lies not in our brain power.

We have enough. We simply need to look at reality and think logically and precisely about what we see. The key ingredient is to have the courage to face inconsistencies between what we see and deduce and the way things are done.

This challenging of basic assumptions is essential to breakthroughs. Almost everyone who has worked in a plant is at least uneasy about the use of cost accounting efficiencies to control our actions. Yet few have challenged this sacred cow di- rectly. Progress in understanding requires that we challenge basic assumptions about how the world is and why it is that way.

If we can better understand our world and the principles that govern it, I suspect all our lives will be better. Good luck in your search for these principles and for your own understanding of "The Goal.

Eli Goldratt's book, The Goal has been a best seller since and is recognized as one of the best-selling management books of all time. Recently, the Japanese edition of The Goal sold over , copies in less than one year after being re- leased.

His books have been Iranslated into 27 languages and sales have exceeded 6 million copies worldwide. His latest book is, Necessary but Not Sufficient, which focuses on the low rate of return obtained by companies on their huge investments in IT and enterprise resource plan- ning ERP systems. Eli Goldratt is the founder of TOC for education; a non-profit organization dedicated to bringing TOC thinking and tools to teachers and their students www.

Goldratt currently spends his time promoting TOC for Edu- cation and The Goldratt Group while he continues to write, lecture and consult. For more information on Eli Goldratt and his current projects visit his web site at: It's parked beside the plant, next to the offices. And it's in my space. Who else would do that except Bill Peach? Never mind that the whole lot is practi- cally empty at that hour. Never mind that there are spaces marked "Visitor.

Bill likes to make subtle statements. So, okay, he's the divi- sion vice-president, and I'm just a mere plant manager. I guess he can park his damn Mercedes wherever he wants. I put my Mazda next to it in the space marked "Controller". He wants his shot at CEO. But so do I.

Too bad that I may never get the chance now. Anyway, I'm walking up to the office doors. Already the adrenalin is pumping. I'm wondering what the hell Bill is doing here. I've lost any hope of getting any work done this morning. I usually go in early to catch up on all the stuff I'm too busy to do during the day, because I can really get a lot done before the phone rings and the meetings start, before the fires break out.

But not today. I stop as four people come bursting out of a door on the side of the plant. I see Dempsey, the shift supervisor; Martinez, the union steward; some hourly guy; and a machining center fore- man named Ray. And they're all talking at the same time. Demp- sey is telling me we've got a problem. Martinez is shouting about how there is going to be a walkout.

The hourly guy is saying something about harassment. Ray is yelling that we can't finish some damn thing because we don't have all the parts. Suddenly I'm in the middle of all this. I'm looking at them; they're looking at me.

And I haven't even had a cup of coffee yet. When I finally get everyone calmed down enough to ask what's going on, I learn that Mr. Peach arrived about an hour before, walked into my plant, and demanded to be shown the status of Customer Order Number So Peach had everybody stepping and fetching to chase down the story on it.

And it turns out to be a fairly big order. Also a late one. So what else is new? Everything in this plant is late. Based on observation, I'd say this plant has four ranks of priority for orders: Very Hot.

Red Hot. We just can't keep ahead of anything. As soon as he discovers is nowhere close to being shipped, Peach starts playing expeditor. He's storming around, yelling orders at Dempsey. Finally it's determined almost all the parts needed are ready and waiting—stacks of them.

But they can't be assembled. One part of some sub-assembly is missing; it still has to be run through some other operation yet.

If the guys don't have the part, they can't assemble, and if they can't assem- ble, naturally, they can't ship. But when they go to that department, they find the machinists are not setting up to run the part in question, but instead some other do-it-now job which somebody imposed upon them for some other product.

Peach doesn't give a damn about the other do-it-now job. All he cares about is getting out the door. So he tells Dempsey to direct his foreman, Ray, to instruct his master machinist to forget about the other super-hot gizmo and get ready to run the missing part for Whereupon the master machinist looks from Ray to Dempsey to Peach, throws down his wrench, and tells them they're all crazy.

It just took him and his helper an hour and a half to set up for the other part that everyone needed so desperately. Now they want to forget about it and set up for something else instead? The hell with it! So Peach, always the diplomat, walks past my supervisor and my foreman, and tells the master machinist that if he doesn't do what he's told, he's fired. More words are exchanged. The machinist threatens to walk off the job. The union steward shows up. Everybody is mad. Nobody is working.

And now I've got four upset people greeting me bright and early in front of an idle plant. I turn to Martinez and the hourly guy, who I discover is the machinist. I tell them that as far as I'm concerned there aren't going to be any firings or suspensions—that the whole thing is just a misunder- standing.

Martinez isn't entirely satisfied with that at first, and the machinist sounds as if he wants an apology from Peach. I'm not about to step into that one. I also happen to know that Martinez can't call a walkout on his own authority. So I say if the union wants to file a grievance, okay; I'll be glad to talk to the local president, Mike O'Donnell, later today, and we'll handle every- thing in due course.

Realizing he can't do anything more before talking to O'Donnell anyway, Martinez finally accepts that, and he and the hourly guy start walking back to the plant. But for Bill to be here, there must be some kind of emergency. Doesn't that seem logical? Inside, Dempsey passes me on his way back to the plant.

He's just come from my office and he looks like he's in a hurry to get out of there. He shakes his head at me. The door to my office is wide open. I walk in, and there he is. Bill Peach is sitting behind my desk. He's a stocky, barrel-chested guy with thick, steely-gray hair and eyes that almost match. As I put my briefcase down, the eyes are locked onto me with a look that says This is your neck, Rogo. He says, "We've got things to talk about. Sit down. Because you're not going to have this plant to worry about.

In fact, you may not have a job to worry about, Rogo. What's the problem with this order? Seems that Bucky was having a fit over the fact that this order of his is seven weeks late.

He proceeded to rake Peach over the coals for about an hour. Bucky apparently had gone out on a limb to sway the order over to us when everybody was telling him to give the business to one of our competitors. He had just had dinner with several of his customers, and they had dumped all over him be- cause their orders were late—which, as it happens, was because of us. So Bucky was mad and probably a little drunk. Peach was able to pacify him only by promising to deal with the matter personally and by guaranteeing that the order would be shipped by the end of today, no matter what mountains had to be moved.

I try to tell Bill that, yes, we were clearly wrong to have let this order slide, and I'll give it my personal attention, but did he have to come in here this morning and disrupt my whole plant? So where was I last night, he asks, when he tried to call me at home? Under the circumstances, I can't tell him I have a personal life. I can't tell him that the first two times the phone rang, I let it ring because I was in the middle of a fight with my wife, which, oddly enough, was about how little attention I've been giving her.

And the third time, I didn't answer it because we were making up. I decide to tell Peach I was just late getting home. He doesn't press the issue. Instead, he asks how come I don't know what's going on inside my own plant. He's sick and tired of hearing complaints about late shipments.

Why can't I stay on top of things? You hear me? Look at your efficiencies, for god's sake! You've got room for improvement, Al," he says. He stands up and goes over to close the door. Oh shit, I'm thinking. He turns by the door and tells me, "Sit down. I take a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk, where a visitor would sit. Peach re- turns behind the desk.

Your last operations report tells the story," says Peach. I say, "Okay, you're right. The issue is getting Burnside's order shipped—" Peach explodes. Burnside's order is just a symptom of the problem around here. Do you think I'd come down here just to expedite a late order? Do you think I don't have enough to do?

I came down here to light a fire under you and everybody else in this plant. This isn't just a matter of customer service. Your plant is losing money. Then —bam—he pounds his fist on the desk top and points his finger at me. And if you still can't do it, then I've got no use for you or this plant. And I don't need explanations.

I need performance. I need shipments. I need income! We're falling into a hole so deep we may never get out, and your plant is the anchor pulling us in. Tiredly I ask him, "Okay, what do E. I've been here six months. I admit it's gotten worse instead of better since I've been here. But I'm doing the best I can. You've got three months to turn this plant around," Peach says. I sit there speechless. This is definitely worse than anything I expected to hear this morning.

And, yet, it's not really that sur- prising. I glance out the window. The parking lot is filling with the cars of the people coming to work first shift. When I look back, Peach has stood up and is coming around the desk. He sits down in the chair next to me and leans forward. Now comes the reassurance, the pep talk. I gave you this job because I thought you were the one who could change this plant from a loser to And I still think that.

But if you want to go places in this company, you've got to deliver results. And if things get much worse, I may not even be able to give you that. He says, "If I leave now, I'll only miss my first meeting. He walks to the door. Hand on the knob, he turns and says with a grin, "Now that I've helped you kick some ass around here, you won't have any trouble getting Bucky's order shipped for me today, will you?

A minute later, I watch from the window as he gets into his Mercedes and drives toward the gate. Three months. That's all I can think about. I don't remember turning away from the window. I don't know how much time has passed. All of a sudden, I'm aware that I'm sitting at my desk and I'm staring into space. I decide I'd better go see for myself what's happening out in the plant. From the shelf by the door, I get my hard hat and safety glasses and head out. I pass my secretary. Fran looks up from a letter she's typing and smiles.

She leans forward across the desk. Fran catches her breath. That much? I had no idea a car could cost that much. Guess I won't be trading in my Chevette on one of those very soon. Fran is an "okey-dokey" lady. How old is she? Early forties I'd guess, with two teen-aged kids she's trying to support. Her ex-husband is an alcoholic. They got divorced a long time ago.

Well, almost nothing. Fran told me all this herself on my second day at the plant. I like her. I like her work, too. We pay her a good wage Anyway, she's still got three months. Going into the plant is like entering a place where satans and angels have married to make kind of a gray magic. That's what it always feels like to me. All around are things that are mundane and miraculous. I've always found manufacturing plants to be fascinating places—even on just a visual level.

But most people don't see them the way I do. Past a set of double doors separating the office from the plant, the world changes. Overhead is a grid of lamps suspended from the roof trusses, and everything is cast in the warm, orange hues of sodium-iodine light. There is a huge chain-link cage which has row after row of floor-to-roof racks loaded with bins and cartons filled with parts and materials for everything we make.

In a skinny aisle between two racks rides a man in the basket of a forklift crane that runs along a track on the ceiling. Out on the floor, a reel of shiny steel slowly unrolls into the machine that every few seconds says "Ca-chunk.

The plant is really just one vast room, acres of i-pace. They are organized in blocks and the E. Most of the machines are painted in solid March Gras colors—orange, purple, yellow, blue. From some of the newer machines, ruby numbers shine from digital displays. Robotic arms perform programs of mechanical dance. Here and there, often almost hidden among the machines, are the people.

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They look over as I walk by. Some of them wave; I wave back. An electric cart whines past, an enormous fat guy driving it. Women at long tables work with rainbows of wire. A grimy guy in amorphous coveralls adjusts his face mask and ignites a welding torch. Behind glass, a buxom, red-haired woman pecks the keys on a computer terminal with an amber display.

Mixed with the sights is the noise, a din with a continuous underlying chord made by the whirr of fans, motors, the air in the ventilators—it all sounds like an endless breath. At random comes a BOOM of something inexplicable. Behind me ring the alarm bells of an overhead crane rumbling up its track.

Relays click. The siren sounds. From the P. Even with all that noise, I hear the whistle. Turning, I see the unmistakable shape of Bob Donovan walking up the aisle.

He's some distance away. Bob is what you might call a mountain of a man, standing as he does at six-foot-four. He weighs in at about pounds, a hefty portion of which is beer gut. He isn't the prettiest guy in the world I think his barber was trained by the Marines. And he doesn't talk real fancy; I suspect it's a point of pride with him. But despite a few rough edges, which he guards closely, Bob is a good guy.

He's been production manager here for nine years. If you need something to happen, all you do is talk to Bob and if it can be done, it will be by the next time you mention it. It takes a minute or so for us to reach each other. As we get closer, I can see he isn't very cheerful. I suppose it's mutual. What's up? We're going to have a tough time finding a re- placement," says Bob. The thing is, he didn't tighten two of the adjusting nuts. We got little bits of machine tool all over the floor now.

It only ran for a little while. I shut my eyes. It's like a cold hand just reached inside me and grabbed the bottom of my stomach. That machine is the only one of its type in the plant. I ask Bob how bad the damage is. He says, "I don't know. They've got the thing half torn apart out there. We're on the phone with the manufacturer right now.

I want to see it for myself. God, are we in trouble. I glance over at Bob, who is keeping pace with me. Bob seems surprised. I think the guy was just so upset he couldn't think straight. So he screwed it up. The cold hand is gone. Now I'm so pissed off at Bill Peach that I'm fantasizing about calling him on the phone and screaming in his ear.

It's his fault! And in my head I see him. I see him behind my desk and hear him telling me how he's going to show me how to get the orders out the door. Right, Bill. You really showed me how to do it. And you can't figure out why they're not affected the way you are.

About 6: As I come through the door, Julie looks up from the television. The thick, straight brown hair she used to have is now a mass of frizzed ringlets. And it isn't all the same color anymore. It's lighter in places. She has big, pretty blue eyes; they don't need to be "set off in my opinion, but what do I know?

We'll go out to dinner and you can forget all about it. I've got to eat something fast and get back to the plant. I notice she's wearing a new outfit. One of my most expen- sive machines went down this morning, and I need it to process a part for a rush order. I've got to stay on top of this one," I tell her.

There is nothing to eat, because I thought we were going out," she says. She's right. It was part of the promises when we were making up after the fight. Look, maybe we can go out for an hour or so," I tell her. He's talking about closing the plant. Did it brighten? After a second of disbelief, I say, "No, I didn't talk to him about my next job.

My job is here—in this town, at this plant. I feel myself glaring at her. I say, "You really want to get out of this town as fast as you can, don't you? I don't have the same sentimen- tal feelings for it you do," she says. A mere six months? There's nobody except you to talk to, and you're not home most of the time.

Your family is very nice, but after an hour with your mother, I go crazy. So it doesn't feel like six months to me. I didn't ask to come here. The company sent me to do a job. It was the luck of the draw," I say. She's starting to cry. Go ahead and leave! I'll just be here by myself," she crys. We stand together for a few minutes, both of us quiet.

When she stops crying, she steps back and looks up at me. She turns up her hands. I'll find something to eat in the freezer," she says. I say, "Okay, I'll proba- bly pick up something on my way back to the plant. See you later tonight. Ever since we moved to Bearington, Julie has been having a hard time. Whenever we talk about the town, she always com- plains about it, and I always find myself defending it. It's true I was born and raised in Bearington, so I do feel at home here.

I know all the streets. I know the best places to go to buy things, the good bars and the places you stay out of, all that stuff. There is a sense of ownership I have for the town, and more affection for it than for some other burg down the highway. It was home for eighteen years. But I don't think I have too many illusions about it. Bear- ington is a factory town. Anyone passing through probably wouldn't see anything special about the place.

Driving along, I look around and have much the same reaction.

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The neighbor- hood where we live looks like any other American suburb. The houses are fairly new. There are shopping centers nearby, a litter of fast-food restaurants, and over next to the Interstate is a big mall.

I can't see much difference here from any of the other suburbs where we've lived. Go to the center of town and it is a little depressing. The streets are lined with old brick buildings that have a sooty, crum- bling look to them.

A number of store fronts are vacant or cov- ered with plywood. There are plenty of railroad tracks, but not many trains. On the corner of Main and Lincoln is Bearington's one high- rise office building, a lone tower on the skyline. When it was being built some ten years ago, the building was considered to be a very big deal around here, all fourteen stories of it.

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The fire department used it as an excuse to go buy a brand new fire en- gine, just so it would have a ladder long enough to reach to the top. Ever since then, I think they've secretly been waiting for a fire to break out in the penthouse just to use the new ladder. Local boosters immediately claimed that the new office tower was some kind of symbol of Bearington's vitality, a sign of re-birth in an old industrial town.

Then a couple of years ago, the building management erected an enormous sign on the roof which says in red block letters: From the E. Which isn't too far from the truth.

On my way to work each day, I pass another plant along the road to ours. It sits behind a rusty chain-link fence with barbed wire running along the top. In front of the plant is a paved park- ing lot—five acres of concrete with tufts of brown grass poking through the cracks. Years have gone by since any cars have parked there. The paint has faded on the walls and they've got a chalky look to them. High on the long front wall you can still make out the company name; there's darker paint where the let- ters and logo had once been before they were removed.

The company that owned the plant went south. They built a new plant somewhere in North Carolina. Word has it they were trying to run away from a bad situation with their union. Word also has it that the union probably will catch up with them again in about five years or so.

But meanwhile they'll have bought themselves five years of lower wages and maybe fewer hassles from the work force. And five years seem like eternity as far as modern management planning is concerned. So Bearington got another industrial dinosaur carcass on its outskirts and about 2, people hit the street.

Six months ago, I had occasion to go inside the plant. At the time, we were just looking for some cheap warehouse space nearby. Not that it was my job, but I went over with some other people just to look the place over. Dreamer that I was when I first got here, I thought maybe someday we'd need more space to expand. What a laugh that is now. It was the silence that really got to me. Everything was so quiet. Your footsteps echoed. It was weird. All the machines had been removed.

It was just a huge empty place. Driving by it now, I can't help thinking, that's going to be us in three months.

It gives me a sick feeling. I hate to see this stuff happening. The town has been losing major employers at the rate of about one a year ever since the mids. They fold completely, or they pull out and go else- where. There doesn't seem to be any end to it. And now it may be our turn. When I came back to manage this plant, the Bearington Her- ald did a story on me. I know, big deal. But I was kind of a minor celebrity for a while. The local boy had made it big. It was sort of a high-school fantasy come true.

I hate to think that the next time E. I'm starting to feel like a traitor to everybody. Donovan looks like a nervous gorilla when I get back to the plant. With all the running around he's done today, he must have lost five pounds. Then he paces for a few seconds and stops. Suddenly he darts across the aisle to talk to someone. And then he takes off to check on some- thing. I give him a shrill, two-finger whistle, but he doesn't hear it.

I have to follow him through two departments before I can catch up with him—back at the NCX He looks surprised to see me. Which is a lot to look at. And it's painted a glossy, distinctive lavender.

Don't ask me why. On one side is a control board filled with red, green, and amber lights, shiny toggle switches, a jet black keyboard, tape drives, and a computer display.

It's a sexy-looking machine. And the focus of it all is the metal-working being done in the middle of it, where a vise holds a piece of steel. Shavings of metal are being sliced away by a cutting tool. A steady wash of turquoise lubricant splashes over the work and carries away the chips.

At least the damn thing is working again. We were lucky today. The damage wasn't as bad as we had first thought. But the service technician didn't start packing his tools until 4: By then, it was already second shift. We held everybody in assembly on overtime, even though overtime is against current division policy.

I don't know where we'll bury the expense, but we've to go get this order shipped tonight. I got four phone calls today just from our marketing manager, Johnny Jons.

He too has been getting his ear chewed— from Peach, from his own sales people, and from the customer. We absolutely must ship this order tonight. So I'm hoping nothing else goes wrong. As soon as each part E. And as soon as that happens, the foreman over there is having each subassembly carted down to final assembly.

You want to talk about efficiency? People hand-carrying things one at a time, back and forth. It's crazy. In fact, I'm wondering, where did Bob get all the people? I take a slow look around. There is hardly anybody working in the departments that don't have something to do with Donovan has stolen every body he could grab and put them all to work on this order.

This is not the way it's supposed to be done. But the order ships. I glance at my watch. It's a few minutes past We're on the shipping dock. The doors on the back of the tractor-trailer are being closed. The driver is climbing up into his seat. He revs the engine, releases the brakes, and eases out into the night. I turn to Donovan. He turns to me. What do you say we find ourselves some dinner? Way off in the distance, the truck shifts gears.

We take Donovan's car because it's closer. The first two places we try are closed. So then I tell Donovan just to follow my directions. We cross the river at 16th Street and drive down Bes- semer into South Flat until we get to the mill.

Then I tell Dono- van to hang a right and we snake our way through the side streets. The houses back in there are built wall to wall, no yards, no grass, no trees. The streets are narrow and everyone parks in the streets, so it makes for some tedious maneuvering. But finally we pull up in front of Sednikk's Bar and Grill. Donovan takes a look at the place and says, "You sure this is where we want to be? Come on. They've got the best burgers in town," I tell him.

Inside, we take a booth toward the rear. Maxine recognizes me and comes over to make a fuss. We talk for a minute and then Donovan and I order some burgers and fries and beer. Donovan looks around and says, "How'd you know about this place? I think it was the third stool on the left, but it's been a while. My father owned a corner grocery store. My brother runs it today. The beers arrive. Maxine says, "These two are on Joe. Dono- van and I wave out thanks to him. Donovan raises his glass, and says, "Here's to getting out the door.

After a few swallows, Donovan looks much more relaxed. But I'm still thinking about what went on tonight. There's the repair bill on the NCX Plus the overtime. Then he says, "But you got to admit that once we got rolling, we really moved. I wish we could do that every day. I don't need days like this one. But we did ship the order," says Donovan.

But it was the way that it happened that we can't allow. The economies of scale would disappear. Our costs would go—well, they'd be even worse than they are now. We can't run the plant just by the seat- of-the-pants. Finally he says, "Maybe I learned too many of the wrong things back when I was an expediter.

I mean that. But we set policy for a purpose. You should know that. And let me tell you that Bill Peach, for all the trouble he caused to get one order shipped, would be back here pounding on our heads at the end of the month if we didn't manage the plant for efficiency. Then I turn and say, "Maxine, give us two more here, please. No, on second thought, we're going to save you a lot of walking.

Make it a pitcher. We won. Just barely. And now that Donovan is gone and the effects of the alcohol are wearing off, I can't see what there was to celebrate. We managed to ship one very late order today.

The real issue is I've got a manufacturing plant on the criti- cal list. Peach has given it three months to live before he pulls the plug. That means I have two, maybe three more monthly reports in which to change his mind.

After that, the sequence of events will be that he'll go to corporate management and present the numbers. To be in a position to identify these breakthroughs we should have a deep understanding of the underlying rules of our environment.

Twenty-five years after writing The Goal, Dr. Goldratt wrote Standing on the Shoulders of Giants. In this article he provided the underlying rules of operations.

This article appears at the end of this book. Like Mrs. Fields and her cookies,The Goal was too tasty to remain obscure. Companies began buying big batches and management schools included it in their curriculums. Fortune Magazine A survey of the reading habits of managers found that though they buy books by the likes of Tom Peters for display purposes, the one management book they have actually read from cover to cover is The Goal.

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Written in a fast-paced thriller style, The Goal, a gripping novel, is transforming management thinking throughout the world. It is a book to recommend to your friends in industry - even to your bosses - but not to your competitors. Alex Rogo is a harried plant manager working ever more desperately to try improve performance. His factory is rapidly heading for disaster.

So is his marriage. He has ninety days to save his plant - or it will be closed by corporate HQ, with hundreds of job losses. It takes a chance meeting with a professor from student days - Jonah - to help him break out of conventional ways of thinking to see what needs to be done. The story of Alex's fight to save his plant is more than compulsive reading. It contains a serious message for all managers in industry and explains the ideas, which underline the Theory of Constraints TOC , developed by Eli Goldratt.

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Please try again later. Jack Reader Top Contributor: Paperback Verified Purchase. It is interesting that I already had this book in my hands three times and realizing that it was about manufacturing I just kept putting it back on the shelves of bookstores.

What could be interesting or relevant from a book about a manufacturing plant that I could apply to my own interest that is healthcare management? But then a consultant came to help us and when I asked him about his most favorite books, he recommended this one.