Dear Reverend,
While I applaud your enthusiasm, your naivite is frightening. If there's a more threadbare yarn in the annals than the young buck full of p1ss and vinegar who knows-it-all and is going to change the world, I haven't heard it yet. Brace yourself, I have a shocking revelation for you. Deep breath... ready... this might be hard to fathom... but you aren't the first person who has come into an operation, sized it up, and found it to be wanting. No better, AND have some few choice ideas on just how the perceived "problems" might be fixed. Kudos for joining the long grey line of faceless nameless minions who have gone to their grave with heads full of also-had great ideas that never come to fruition.
Newsflash. Modern corporations are something akin to feudal fiefdoms, and rather than view employees as inestimable human capital and part of the collective effort to maximize the operation's potential profits by all means necessary, including the experience, wisdom, views and opinions of the thousands of line personnel who collectively possess more wisdom and knowhow than a million managerial trusts… these entities are rather run top-down by corporate lords and ladies who fancy themselves modern versions of barons, dukes and duchesses. Their “vision” is inherent dear chap. You are just human fodder at the bottom of the chain.
You could have opted to take the other route... by investing in some fancy "school"--yes, parantheses--where you could chance the long hard slog to the top of the feudal domain via some MBA mill or law “school;” the back office, some project team, some other office... and who knows... after 20 years of living on your knees servicing the lords and ladies, maybe a chance at a corporate knighthood your ownself where you finally at long last have the chance to demonstrate to the world your deep and hidden reservoir of intellectual acumen... but you chose the route of serfdom, sorry, I meant… employee.
“Pilot” is probably one the most glorified employees in the history of corporate serfdom, but in the end, you are just a serf. Shut your bloody trap, keep it shut, and get busy cranking out widgets for the Masters of the Universe. Don’t wonder how any business school type who couldn’t tell a a screw from a bolt or a slat from a flap gets to ride herd over thousands of professional aviators. Yours is not to reason why, etcetera… etcetera… etcetera. Your opinions, however cute, were not solicited, and won’t be.
If you wish to break this mold, make your own destiny. Go fly your own single-engine one-plane outfit somewhere and go reinvent the business model. Who knows, with a little bit of luck, maybe your ideas become demonstrably better to the industry and you become another Captain of Industry that way.
BUT… please extend us the courtesy and realization that for every young gun who comes raring into the world with his hair on fire there are long lines of your olders, and betters, who at one time stood in your shiny new shoes with just so much enthusiasm and eagerness. And then a little something called “reality” came knocking.
Best of luck to you.