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A full day's work, a couple of glasses of wine later and I'm waxing philosophical.

I really wish that corporations could understand how important it is to keep your employees happy.

I wish they would get it into their heads that they could make so much more money by making people want to get up to go to work in the morning.

I'm temping at a place like that right now and I must tell you, I feel so privileged. I also feel, like I shouldn't feel that way. All places should be like this. Glad to say it's also home grown Canadian as well.

But, more executive suits think in green $$ and want to know the benefits.

A happy employee comes into work every day and doesn't take 'calling in sick' as an excuse to be hungover. This saves you money because you don't lose a productive member of your staff in turn making you money because you don't have to look elsewhere for another part time member of staff.

A happy employee is your best PR. They will talk about how great the services are, how great the company is, how happy they are. When the word is out...well, do I really have to spell this one out for you?

Guess what? Not only does everyone want to work for you, but everyone gets a fuzzy feeling inside when they see your about assisting in brand identity.

A happy employee is someone who is dedicated to get the job done. This leaves you more time to worry about the big picture as you're not caught up in the minor need to micro manage and any of you out there who are micro managers, please STOP IT NOW!!!

A happy employee is someone that works more and gossips less.

Any employee is a human being. When you take it a corporate approach to treating he or she that way, you will succeed. Trust me.

I just wish there were more places that saw it that way.


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