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...typically intense session, as many as 25 managers may gather around a conference table in a windowless room with a computer screen filled with employee rankings projected on one wall. Each participant comes armed with notebooks bulging with job reviews. As the discussion proceeds, the managers may shift people from one ranking to another, deciding their fate with the click of a computer mouse...
...ceremony this week transferring Senate control from Republicans to Democrats is a subtle one. The presiding officer simply recognizes Daschle instead of Republican Trent Lott when the two come to the floor. But Bush, Daschle and Lott know the power shift is momentous, so all three have new battle plans...
...factory floor of workers every year. And they have discovered that "casual Friday" in McAllen is often a dress-up workday on the other side. Around here, the most valuable asset is their flexibility. "You have to switch gears in Mexico--and not just languages. You have a behavior shift too," says Charles Taliaferro, 49, who runs maquila operations for Am-Mex Products, which makes everything from Siemens electric motors to Smead file folders. Workers cause less trouble, but their bosses have to be more considerate. "In Mexico, you're more polite, more formal," he says...
...more embodies this shift than the Mexican President, Vicente Fox Quesada. His election last year was a political earthquake, in part because it broke the 71-year-long one-party rule of the Institutional Revolutionary Party, or P.R.I. Fox spent most of his business career working in Mexico City for Coca-Cola, the quintessential American company, and he likes to say--much as Ronald Reagan did--that U.S. business practices can be used to reform federal government. More important, he is culturally a norteno, given to blunt talk, a distrust of the Mexico City bureaucracy and open admiration...
...also a New Yorker. Fast forward 10 years to the summer of 1989. I was working the overnight shift at CBS network radio and living in Spanish Harlem, in the heart of the Puerto Rican barrio. One steaming summer night at 4 a.m., on my way to work, I rolled down the window of the cab and heard ranchera music blaring out of a boom box. A small group of Mexicanos was singing along with a melancholy tune. My sleepy eyes popped open, my head shot out the window, and I gave a little grito. I was witnessing history...