Scorecard: Say-When-on-Pay So Far
It's still very early in the proxy season but I know many are interested in the proxy statements being filed and what those companies are recommending regarding the frequency of future say-on-pay votes. In his "Proxy Disclosure Blog" on CompensationStandards.com, Mark Borges has been blogging daily about what the most recent say-on-pay resolutions and disclosures look like - and he periodically is tallying up what the frequency recommendations look like so far.
Davis Polk also is tracking the frequency of say-on-pay recommendations internally - and here's their latest scorecard: "From November 19 through December 16, 2010, we have tracked the frequency of say on pay proposals for 19 companies, including 16 large accelerated filers. Thirteen have recommended triennial votes, one has recommended a biennial vote, and another has recommended an annual vote. One company made no recommendation, indicating that it has decided to consider the views of shareholders before making a determination. The three smaller companies included in our survey all proposed annual votes."
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Twas Two Weeks Before Quarter's End
Here is something cute penned by Gary Raven of Builders FirstSource:
Twas two weeks before quarter's end, when all through the company,
Every accountant worked late, preparing spreadsheets while sitting on their rumpy.
Debits and credits all filled the air,
In hopes that outside auditors would be acutely aware.
Most employees were into their third pitcher laughing at the bar,
While fantasies of raises and bonuses were coupled with dreaming of a shiny new car.
And the CFO in his green-visor and the Controller in his as well,
Knew nothing could replace their swiftly dwindling brain cells.
In the computer room there came such a sudden smell,
Were too many cached files burning, no one could tell.
The CIO made a run to the processor room,
Throwing the switch on the exhaust fan to avoid any doom.
The wisps of smoke could barely conceal,
The visage of something with which the mind had to deal.
When to the door the creature stepped into his dominion,
To reveal it was St. Sox and eight beleaguered minions.
Omnipresent, thorough and replete,
Everyone knew it would be difficult to compete.
Onward with bureaucracy, forward they came,
As St. Sox called them each by name.
Now Sarbanes! now Oxley! Now Tyco and Enron!
On Greenspan! On 404! On Arthur and Anderson!
Take general accounting and turn it on its head,
Make small companies wish they were dead!
As each measure resulted in more and more invented controls,
It became difficult to know which way a company could roll.
So to the accounting department St. Sox did go,
With all his minions, measures, cures, and fixes in tow.
With flurry and bravado he sat down to work,
Telling each employee to not understand was to be a jerk.
He pointed his fingernails to his book,
Exclaiming that to comply, all they had to do was look.
On to his head he placed two Bluetooth devices against each ear,
And when he was plugged in he was in great cheer.
His IPODs were maxed with memory and band,
So that today's case law was held in his hand.
A fanciful mirth replaced his mood, previously dreary,
He would show how compliance need not be teary.
With slickened hair greasy with pomade,
He just knew he had come to their aid.
His Italian suit, pleated in the back,
Cast a pall against the minions dressed off the rack.
Of bad breath and teeth of yellow,
He did not make his companions feel mellow.
As his LED screen turned on its light,
Perhaps we thought he really may be bright.
Importing the data he turned to his right,
Saying that Maestro was about to help their plight.
He spoke not a word but went right to work,
Then made all the printers go berserk.
"See there is the proof of the matter,"
The gleeful proclamation silencing all chatter.
"For a yearly retainer I can show you the ropes,
You'll pass all audits until new laws hit the books."
With that, the accounting department, not meaning to be redundant,
Hung him with a rope and placed him next to all the other consultants.
- Broc Romanek