Each of us is like an operation which has
to be performed to produce a
product in the plant; each of us is one of a set of dependent events. Does it
matter what order we’re in? Well, somebody has to be first and somebody
else has to be last. So we have dependent events no matter if we switch the
order of the boys.
I’m the last operation. Only after I have walked the trail is the product
"sold,’’ so to speak. And that would have to be our throughput—not the rate
at which Ron walks the trail, but the rate at which I do.
What about the amount of trail between Ron and me? It has to be inventory.
Ron is consuming raw materials, so the trail the
rest of us are walking is
inventory until it passes behind me.
And what is operational expense? It’s whatever lets us turn inventory into
throughput, which in our case would be the energy the boys need to walk. I
can’t really quantify that for the model, except that I know when I’m getting
tired.
If the distance between Ron and me is expanding, it can only mean that
inventory is increasing. Throughput is my rate of walking. Which is
influenced by the fluctuating rates of the others. Hmmm.
So as the slower
than average fluctuations accumulate, they work their way back to me. Which
means I have to slow down. Which means that, relative to the growth of
inventory, throughput for the entire system goes down.
And operational expense? I’m not sure. For UniCo, whenever inventory goes
up, carrying costs on the inventory go up as well. Carrying costs are a part of
operational expense, so that measurement also must be going up. In terms of
the hike, operational expense is increasing any time we hurry to catch up,
because we expend more energy than we otherwise would.
Inventory is going up. Throughput is going down. And operational expense is
probably increasing.
Is that what’s happening in my plant?
Yes, I think it is.
Just then, I look up and see that I’m nearly running
into the kid in front of
me.
Ah ha! Okay! Here’s proof I must have overlooked something in the analogy.
The line in front of me is contracting rather than expanding. Everything must
be averaging out after all. I’m going to lean to the side and see Ron walking
his average twomile-an-hour pace.
But Ron is not walking the average pace. He’s standing still at the edge of the
trail.
"How come we’re stopping?’’
He says, "Time for lunch, Mr. Rogo.’’
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"But we’re not supposed to be having lunch here,’’ says one of the kids.
"We’re not supposed to eat until we’re farther down the trail, when we reach
the Rampage River.’’
"According to the schedule the troopmaster gave us, we’re supposed to
eat lunch at 12:00 noon,’’ says Ron.
"And it is now 12:00 noon,’’ Herbie says, pointing to his watch. "So we have
to eat lunch.’’
"But we’re supposed to be at Rampage River by now and we’re not.’’
"Who cares?’’ says Ron. "This is a great spot for lunch. Look around.’’
Ron has a point. The trail is taking us through a park, and it so happens that
we’re passing through a picnic area. There are tables, a water pump, garbage
cans, barbecue grills—all the necessities. (This is my kind of wilderness I’ll
have you know.)
"Okay,’’ I say. "Let’s just take a vote to see who wants to eat now. Anyone
who’s hungry, raise your hand.’’
Everyone raises his hand; it’s unanimous. We stop for lunch.
I sit down at one of the tables and ponder a few thoughts as I eat a sandwich.
What’s bothering me now is that, first of all,
there is no real way I could
operate a manufacturing plant without having dependent events and statistical
fluctuations. I can’t get away from that combination. But there must be a way
to overcome the effects. I mean, obviously, we’d all go out of business if
inventory was always increasing, and throughput was always decreasing.
What if I had a balanced plant, the kind that Jonah was saying managers are
constantly trying to achieve, a plant with every
resource exactly equal in
capacity to demand from the market? In fact, couldn’t that be the answer to
the problem? If I could get capacity perfectly balanced with demand,
wouldn’t my excess inventory go away? Wouldn’t my shortages of certain
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