Category Archives: Work

What If It IS You?

The other day at work I spoke with a really unpleasant woman.  One of the things I’ve been working on lately is trying to hold off on judging people based on first impressions, but from the second I started speaking with her, it was pretty clear that this conversation wasn’t going to go well.  Despite my efforts to help solve the problem she had hoped to address, she was pushy, impatient, not too bright, and indignant — a pretty miserable combination.  And when she was done being unpleasant with me, she asked to speak with someone else.  When she was done being unpleasant with that someone else, she simply hung up.

Five minutes later I got another call… from the same woman, asking to speak to management two levels up.  “Not your manager, sweetie,” she said, not realizing that it was me she had spoken with earlier, “because I’ve already tried talking to that level of management.  Now I need to speak with his manager’s manager.”  She explained that she understood that the role of managers is often to support their employees, but every time she had asked to speak with a manager in the past — and this, apparently, was a frequent request of hers — she never received any kind of satisfactory resolution.  “And I’m perfectly reasonable,” she continued, in a not-particularly convincing faux-pleasant voice.finger-pointing

A quick review of this woman’s account information revealed a bit of a pattern.   Note after note described unpleasantness.  “This is just not working for me,” she’d say, and yet time after time, she’d refuse offers to cancel the service, to provide a pro-rated refund.  “No!” she’d shriek, “Fix it!”  We’d try to fix it, and time after time, she’d refuse to cooperate.

So it occurred to me as I was speaking with her for the second time in one morning, as I listened to her trying to play herself off as the sympathetic victim, that no matter how often she received this same response, she would never consider the possibility that the problem, here, was her.

Remember that scene in the Indiana Jones movie, when the teenaged Indy gets separated from the rest of his boy scout troop,  looks around and says, “Hey, everyone is lost but me…”

As popular as the “It’s not you; it’s me” line may be, sometimes it really isn’t me.  Sometimes it really is you…

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My Three Rules

I’ve got the number three on my mind.  Partly, I think, because I just got invited to interview number three for a new job (same organization).  I’ve had two interviews for a job before, but three is pretty rare.  Usually I’m able to wow ’em with interview number one.

Anyhoo.

In honor of interview number three, and because I’ve just started reading a book called Good to Great and have been thinking a lot about this stuff lately, here are my three simple rules for creating a good work environment:

  1. Hire the right people.  And if you’ve got bad people working for you, get rid of them.  Don’t look to create policies to manage bad behavior away.  Policies created around the lowest common denominator won’t ever address the root problem, and will only negatively affect those whose behavior didn’t need to be managed in the first place.
  2. Inspire.  Managers can spend a lot of time, if they’re not careful, focusing on the wrong things.  Providing true leadership really depends on demonstrating, on a daily basis, the true purpose behind the work that needs to be done.  If employees understand that value, if they understand their role in meeting some greater purpose, the rest will come naturally.
  3. Clear the way.  If there are obstacles that interfere with getting the work done, remove them.  If there are tools that need to be provided to get the work done, provide them.

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I know nothing in life can ever really be broken down into three easy steps for success, but I honestly do believe that these three things are essential, on a macro level, to creating a functional, sustainable workplace.

If I had to add one more to the list, it would be this:  don’t be afraid to fail.  Fear of failure, in my experience, can often lead to a sort of paralysis on an organizational level.  There are very few things in life, in work, that can’t be undone if needed, or where important lessons can’t be learned to help guide decisions that are made in the future.

I’m always reflecting back on my experience in the public sector over the last fourteen years or so, and comparing that against what I’ve observed in just the last seven months or so in the private sector.  Interestingly, my past professional experience really goes a long way to informing my thoughts about creating successful businesses.  If my last job had employeed any of these three points (and perhaps the fourth “don’t be afraid to fail” idea), I’d probably still be a city planner today.  For better or worse, though, it didn’t, and so I find myself where I am today, more intrigued than I ever imagined I would be by the inner workings of the business world.

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Ouch.

In a particularly sullen moment of collegic angst, many years ago, I came up with this:  In those times when when we are most unsure of ourselves, we come to realize that those are the truest moments, because only then do we know where we are.  And we are nowhere.  Nowhere.

Or something like that.

Compare that to my latest (woefully infrequent) Tweet:  Those moments of discomfort, that’s when we grow. Comfort is boring and unproductive. Or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

youre_not_tryingI frequently say that my life would be completely different if I had a 2-second delay button.  Some of the stuff that comes out of my mouth is pure genius, don’t get me wrong.  That’s part of my charm. (Snort.)  But other times, it’s like this weird slow-mo moment in an art film or something, where I can almost literally see the words coming out of my mouth, cartoon style, and I know it’s going to suck once they get out, but there’s nothing I can do to stop them.

Part of the problem is that I’m impatient.  And frequently over-caffeinated.  I get things quickly and get easily frustrated when people continue to slooooowly explain things to me.  Or when people repeat themselves unnecessarily.  A lot.  That shit drives me crazy. I’m a cut-to-the-chase kind of gal, which is good … and bad.  Good because I’m able to move things forward to get to where we’re all trying to go.  Bad because I frequently mow over good people in the process.

So the first step is recognizing that you’ve got a problem, right?  I mean, without that level of self-awareness, ain’t nothing going to happen.  The key, though, is the second step:  doing something about it.  It’s all fine and good to just say, “Hey, doesn’t this suck about me?” But if you don’t do anything about it, well then you’re just a self-aware asshole.  And nobody likes that.

Suffice to say, I stepped on a few toes earlier this week, and had to do a good amount of back pedaling, apologizing, explaining.  And I think things are fine now.  But I’m tired of having to do all this, just to undo something I shouldn’t have done in the first place. Think of all the time I’d save if I just didn’t do it to begin with…

If there was a 12-step program for people who frequently put their foots in their mouth, I’d be all over that.  FSA – Foot Stuffers Anonymous?

I talked to a therapist who described an approach he had for working with dyslexics.  Dyslexics, he explained, not only see things in a different order, but they process things differently, and a certain kind of dyslexic can often get to the conclusion faster than others.  One of his clients, the therapist explained, had been pinned as the asshole by his professional peers because he was always impatiently gesturing in meetings, yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s get on with this.  He recognized this in himself, but he couldn’t seem to manage it.  This therapist fellow explained his behavior in terms of a mild case of dyslexia, and began a program to manage it.

Maybe I should look this guy up.

In any case, I had an uncomfortable day yesterday.  It felt like crap.  But even in the middle of all the crappiness, I recognized that there was something productive there.  Because comfort is boring.  You don’t change when you’re comfortable, do you?

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In The Face of Apathy

I’ve been through enough therapy to know this one thing:  I can’t change anyone but myself.

The thing is, though, I’m in the running for a manager position at work, where I’d be directly responsible for the behavior and performance of between fifteen and twenty other individuals.  And the question that has been posed to me, the question that I’ve been pondering for the last few days, is this:  what could I possibly do to get someone to perform better at their job?

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My mind is constantly drawing connections between all things, related or not, so naturally this question of how to manage people at work reminded me of the President’s speech to school children a few weeks ago.  The gist of his message, the one nugget that I honed in on, anyway, was simply that even if someone could wave a magic wand and eliminate all external factors that impact the ability of our schools to function properly, none of that would matter if the kids themselves don’t take responsibility for their role in the job of educating themselves.

The same thing is true at work.  We could fix every technical challenge that impedes our ability to do our work well, eliminate all financial constraints to our operations, for example, and still none of that would matter if we, the people who do the work, don’t hold up our end of the bargain.

So, sure, as a manager there would be things that I could do to increase the odds that my team would be successful, but ultimately, it comes down, I think, to a matter of character.  Do you, or do you not, care?  Is there some fire inside of you, some internal drive, that motivates you to want to do well, to continue to want to do well?  Because if it’s there, then we’re good.  If not… well, then what?  I can’t make you care, right?  Then we’re all just clocking in and out each day going through the motions.  And what can I, what can anyone, do with that?

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The Crazies Are Out.

Or at least they’re calling me on the phone.  I’ve been holed up in more meetings than is typical over the last few days, and have only been able to talk to a handful of website customers.  And yet every single one of them has been at least a little nutty.  I just checked, and it’s not even a full moon.  Apparently the moon is currently in the “waxing gibbous” phase.  Whatever that means.

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Mrs. Barron is an elderly woman from the south who needs a website to promote her book describing the various ways that the Constitution violates her rights.  She can’t spell her way out of a wet paper bag, but she has, apparently, written a book. She attempts to mask the fact that she can’t distinguish a URL from a SUV by raising her voice, and E-NUN-CI-A-TING all of her syllables very precisely.  And she likes to repeat the phrase “the crux of the matter is” without ever really identifying exactly what the crux of the matter actually is.

Joe lives in a trailer in Rhode Island and has a couple of websites that he’s built for Jesus. Oddly he’s chosen to feature pictures of his trailer throughout his website.  One of the addresses for one of his website has something to do with living with Jesus.  I pointed the site out to a coworker who asked, “He lives with Jesus?  In that?” He’s posted videos of himself rambling on and on about how Jesus rules.  In these video’s he’s wearing a baseball cap and t-shirt covered with the word JESUS over and over again.  And he sells hand painted Jesus t-shirts that feature a large yellow smiley face with the word Jesus below.

Tara is hoping to start a successful online store to sell footwares (sic), but was only planning on spending $23 over the course of a year for the care and feeding of her website. When she learns that $23 is the monthly cost for hosting an online store, she hesitates.  I’d love to think that she had put together a full business plan and had used the $23 figure to help calculate some long-term financial projections for her start-up business, but frankly I suspect that she may have been a little drunk.

Victor is a talented painter who can’t figure out how to create a new page today, even though he’s created a website with at least a dozen pages already.  When I offer to remote into his computer so that I can show him, he is unable to type in the website address of the site that will allow us to connect.  When I send him a link to the website in an email, he is unable to figure out how to check his email.  Eventually he gives up and tries to sell me a painting.

I talked to a man once who was having trouble designing his own website because his mouse had gotten to the edge of the desk and he needed to move it further to the right.  I told him he needed a bigger desk.

My coworker R spoke with a man who complained that he couldn’t edit his site because he couldn’t find his mouse.  R, who has patience for days, suggested that the man follow one of the chords from his computer.  Then he listened for the next few minutes as the man crawled under his desk, mumbling all the while, and eventually successfully traced back one of the chords, only to report that the chord was connected to a printer.  After he had dusted himself off and was sitting in front of his computer again, the customer remembered that his grandson had come over the day before and installed a chordless mouse.  “Now where would that be?” the man wondered.  And then he asked R to describe what a wireless mouse looks like.

It’s not always glamorous work.  But it’s rarely boring.

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Potty Mouth

Why do I swear so much?  I think I used to do it for shock value, and then it was just habit, something I did without thinking.  I think I keep it up still in a slightly pathetic attempt to stand out from the other middle aged Stepfordton moms.  I do try not to swear in front of the kids, but still… it creeps in.

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I work with a good christian man named T.  He’s my workday Ned Flanders — really sweet, and very well mannered, with a lot of Well how ya’ doing there’s.  He takes time off during his shift on Sundays to lead a bible study group as part of his church.  So perhaps it’s only natural that I’ve started to get a little self-conscious of my occasional swearing tirades.  “Jesus fucking Christ!”  “God damn it!”

The other day, I was going off when another coworker jokingly turned to T and said, “Earmuffs, T” — a kind of adorable reference to the movie Old School, where Vince Vaughn’s character instructs his young son to cover his ears whenever anyone curses around him.

This afternoon I approached T and mentioned I was working on minding my language.  I offered an apology, and told him to feel free to just give me a smack if I ever crossed a line with him.  He smiled and laughed good naturedly and commented that it would take quite a lot to get to him.  He has, he explained, a thicker skin than one might imagine.  We did get to talking about why people swear, though, and it got me to thinking.

Hence this blog entry today.  Why do I swear?  What purpose does it serve, really?  Is it a crutch?  Might I not be able to communicate a thought, express myself in other ways?  Is swearing just a shortcut?  I’m going to give it a shot this week.  Why not.  No more swearing starting….

(Shit.  God Damn.  Mother fuck.)

… right now.

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So Sick of Cop Shows

A few years ago, the BBC tried a new comedy show centered around a the staff of a city planning department.  I don’t think it ever took off, and I guess I can understand that.  It’s the TV equivalent of watching paint dry. But still.

I had a conversation with the co-chairs of the Planning Department at local university just before the BBC show came out.  They were bemoaning the fact that enrollment was down, that they couldn’t seem to get enough young people interested in the field. It’s not a particularly high-profile profession, not very sexy in the traditional sense. Where would young people learn about what planners do?career-day-1

I have a theory that there’s a relationship between the most popular professions and what’s showing on TV.  Think about it:  cop, lawyer, doctor.  Actor, model, chef.  Rich housewife.  So what does it mean that my newest favorite shows are so fringe-y?  Can we expect kids growing up hoping to be a sister wife, a pot-dealer, gigolo, a serial killer with a conscience?  A vampire?  If our future workforce degrades any further, I’m going to blame HBO and Showtime.  Amazing how they can make those lives just so darn interesting to watch, isn’t it?

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Stuff That I Don’t Get, But That Amuses Me Nonetheless

chunky-baconCharley gave a presentation today to an audience of about 250.  When I got home after a long and weird day at work, he asked me if I wanted to see his powerpoint.  And no, that’s not code for anything fun.  But I’m only human, so of course I said yes.  Recreational powerpoint?  Sign me up!

The last presentation I made as a city planner was at the Railvolution conference in San Francisco almost one year ago, where I put together a powerpoint presentation arguing against the overuse and abuse of powerpoint.  Death by powerpoint is no urban myth.

The other day I went to a meeting at work where someone who is relatively high up the food chain made a presentation to the group of us worker bees.  There were roughly 50 of us crammed into the lunch room, seated on uncomfortable plastic chairs, squinting up at the wall mounted flat screen TV.  “I’m showing you the same presentation that I showed the CEO last week,” he explained.  “Some people would have ‘dumbed’ this down to show you.  But I’m not going to.  Because I think it’s important that you see the same information.”  He looked around the room to see if we were getting his point.  “Because I respect you that much.”

Of course the screen was too small for the size of the group he was addressing, the slides were too dense, too text heavy, with too much jargon.  And all I could think was, “You showed the CEO that?”

So I was pleasantly surprised when I saw what Charley had put together.  Images that helped to convey a message, with a very strategic use of appropriately sized text.  He had struck just the right balance, creating visual cues to support the words that he was saying.  Most people these days hide behind powerpoint, hope that it will take some of the attention off of them.  That’s just weak.  But not my guy.  Nuh uh.

Plus he ended his presentation with that fabulous chunky bacon image from above there.  Apparently it’s actually a reference to the programming language that he’s been championing for his company.  Whatever.  I just think it’s hysterical.


Ruining A Good Thing

There’s a theory out there that says that you should make your living doing what you love.  I’m not sure, though, that I trust that old adage.  I’m completely aware that this may be another convenient defense mechanism that I’ve contrived, but I do wonder if it isn’t possible to have too much of a good thing.  Like when I was younger and liked chocolate so much that I would fantasize about swimming in a pool of melted chocolate.  Now, with the wisdom that comes with maturity, I recognize this idea as being  one that is both silly and remarkably impractical.dowhatyoulove

Charley likes to cook.  It is something that brings him joy partly I believe because it’s a diversion.  There’s no real pressure associated with a hobby.  Jobs, on the other hand, typically involve at least a little bit of stress, and the business of food is known for being particularly stressful.  How long would it take, I wonder, for most recreational chefs to lose touch with the initial joy that brought them into the kitchen in the first place, if cooking became a “have to” instead of “want to”?

Here’s another example. I like contemplating issues related to City Planning, thinking about the different ways we might be able to reorganize our physical space to address social, economic, environmental issues.  But the day-in, day-out work of City Planning drove me a little batty; it wasn’t a particularly good fit for me.  So I’ve decided to take a more playful approach to engaging in the City Planning conversation.  My good friend K has suggested that we do a bit of kamikaze planning by creating a Traffic Jam demonstration — temporarily taking over some space downtown that is typically dedicated to cars, and filling it with music instead.  A piano on wheels.  A stand up bass.  A set of drums.  And voices.  A new kind of Traffic Jam  session — get it?  Obviously the devil is in the details; the goal is to be evocative and not just, I don’t know, annoying.  Anyway, I am all over that idea.

I think it’s important to like what you do.  But I think it’s important to love the things that make you happy outside of work.

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Here is a link to a nice little piece from the New York Times on last year’s Park(ing) Day event — Putting the Park Back in Parking