"When we were young and athletic, my wife and I were adventurous. Once, we were in the Andes mountains, in South America, riding donkeys on the way up. Another donkey was carrying our backpacks. At some point, that donkey stumbled. My wife said, 'one.' A little while later, near the edge of a cliff, the donkey stumbled again. My wife said, 'two.' Not much later, the donkey stumbled again. This time, my wife got off her donkey, pulled a 38-caliber handgun, said 'three,' and shot the donkey in the head killing it instantly. I freaked out -- 'What the fuck did you just do?!!!', I said, 'Are you crazy?!!!' She looked at me and said, 'one.' "
Not that anybody should care, but... 'one.' Julio Moral of the story: The third donkey was feeling unappreciated unmotivated, having to lumber under heavy toil, while the other two paraded the youthful beautiful people that rode them. Best to get in an organisational transformation expert to look into the long-term prospects for lower-income donkeys in the Andes mountains. I assume the other two donkeys made it back to the valley safely?
