Just like you, but different
I’ve been a “Manager” of people for a few years. On reflection a lot of people.
Some days it’s like herding cats. If you manage people you’ll get what I mean.
Different people, different ages, different goals, different ambitions, different lifestyles.
Same work. Same outcome expectations. A high standard, high pressure to be 100% accurate, high knowledge base. All the time.
I’ve always known what that they did and why, but I couldn’t do it. I know what they need to know, I just couldn’t do it or have the capacity to know it. But I knew what it was and they knew I knew.
Some days it was the worst of times, some days the best of times. Some days I came home exhausted. Some days I had to be encouraged into the car to go to work. Some days I did skipping lessons and we had ice-cream and marshmallow eating competitions. Some days.
Each and every one of the people I employed or managed, I love as either a friend, colleague or in the way a parent sees a child, I’ve advised on things that you wouldn’t believe, and I’ve saved more than one thing from going wrong, I hope.
I saw a lot of people either promoted up, or promoted out and into better external jobs, and even when it went wrong, good reasons why both parties understood why it wasn’t ever going to work out.
But end of day i did it because I wanted to, I liked it and ultimately because I got paid a coin to do it.
I recently got assigned to a new business function that calls upon my skill set in a different way, and that meant leaving my office and reporting line in to a new office and new reports. 15 whole meters of distance.
It was for me both the best of times and worst of times. For I love each and everyone of my old team, as I mentioned in many ways, but it released me from the “herding cats” inwards and “capacity” thinking into a more thinking and forward looking job.
It was and is a hard transition.
Today, Friday, about 7 weeks into the hand-over change, all of my earlier reports storm into my office, a mass show of force, that caused a few comments, by all accounts among the other work-groups, as they stomped from one end of the office to the other.
Wherin they gave me a “leaving card” and having had a collection a significant amount of money in beer tokens at an online beer store,
I cried. Proper tears cried.
To me they are people, friends, colleagues, family and my children. No one will ever take advantage of them if I have my say, and I hope they knew that they always, without reservation, had my backing, support, admiration, and trust, to be the best they could be, with what they had in front of them, and that if it had could have been better they would have had it better.
Hey wait…… this is another of those “look at me” posts “how good am I” things ” you can do it” posts……
Not at all. I was paid to do a job, and I did it the way that sometimes worked out, sometimes went all a bit pear shaped. I passed through in an upward direction some very successful people in our organisation. I moved along some people in to alternative careers 🙂 and I let a few people go.
I hope that each and everyone of them got a little something out of it, I know I did.
So to ( in no order) Corey, Mark, Jess, Linda, Medge, Natalia, and Rachel who today made an old man very happy,
And it would be remiss of me not to mention current people still in the organisation who I’ve in someway had a “management” thing with; Jenny, Josh, Ritchie, Vanessa, Dave K, Dave H, Elena, Derek, Charlene, Vasa, and Tepa, all of who have great futures and careers in front of them, and past participle people who’ve made a big thing in the “outside” world”, particularly Joe (take me to Huntly), other Dave, Troy, Kirtsi, Laura and Troy a really big thank you.
Without you it’s a just a thing. With you it’s an experience. It’s been emotional.
And with that it’s… to the beer store…