I am always late. Usually 10 minutes, almost to the minute. When something is very very important and a special event (e.g. Interview) I am on time, but otherwise I am late. I think one of the reasons why is because I am results focused. That is, when I sit down to do something, I hate leaving it just to move on to an appointment. For example, if I am composing an email and it is 10:50 and I need to leave for an 11 o’clock meeting, I hate leaving that chore for later, since inevitably more emails pop up and I’m worried about losing my focus and train of thought. So usually I finish the email, then I am late to the meeting and people complain (usually as a passive aggressive tease or behind my back later 🙂 ). But no one mentions when I am late how I also tend to be a *lot* more productive than 99% of the people.
I don’t like being in a society where we judge literally by the minute versus completing a task. But it is the way of the world. So the world will just have to wait for me sometimes :). And I’ll just have to tolerate the criticism. After all, lets’s be honest, I am 48 and I’ve been like this my whole life – if I haven’t changed by now I’m not going to.
On a side note, I am rarely sick or call in sick or miss things – but I am late to them.
One thing I’ve noticed about most (not all) Headhunters, Recruiters and Sales People is that when the going gets tough, they run and hide. I’ve always been a communicator with clients – good news, bad news, whatever, I always stay in touch and am transparent since it builds trust and also shows I am not going away :). I think that is why ultimately I get so many reference clients and grow small clients to large ones, because I noticed that when I managed Sales People that they tended to ignore clients when the news was bad – I always had to watch for that. Now that I am working with headhunters and recruiters, when they don’t want to tell me that I am not a final candidate, they simply stop responding; the truly great headhunters and recruiters are transparent (“the manager wants someone who is already selling into Boeing” or something like that). A pet peeve of mine is when someone takes your time with a meeting or conversation, then doesn’t respond in the follow up. It is really frustrating when a recruiter isn’t professional enough to deliver unpleasant news and instead hides since it means I have to take more of my time tracking them down on top of the time they took to talk in the first place.
The strangest boss I ever had I didn’t think would be that way. He looked polished and professional. But he was odd in so many ways:
- He took his shoes off and walked round the office in his socks. So we’d have a guy in a suit walking around in his stocking feet. Like I wanted his foot oil and odor in my work place (bleh).
- He fell asleep mid-conversation on the short drive back from a client visit.
- He was always late, and we never knew where he was, but was obsessive about where other people were when he was there.
- ALways worked from home, but didn’t like any of us working from home.
- Threatened to fire someone for repeating a mistake in a team meeting. (“You do that again, you’re fired.”).
- Would obsessive about the little things – for example, there were a few small coffee stains on the carpet just outside the kitchen that honestly were difficult to even see, but he was always obsessing about them, asking who was spilling on the carpet, etc.
- Would tell stories about how he’d get up in the middle of the night to clean the kitchen sink because he’d remembered it wasn’t clean.
- He ran a depressing office. It was so quiet in there, and although everyone was nice I don’t think anyone was happy being there.
My most recent boss was also a little strange. He was so friendly and forthright when he recruited me, and we had several wonderful conversations before I joined, but within a couple of months it was painful to have a conversation with him. It was excruciating going to client meetings with him, since he had very little to say on the way there or back, and he was so nice but tended to make passive aggressive comments about people that indicated a deep source of frustration. Ugh. I feel it is very dishonest to portray yourself as one way when courting someone then being another way after the courting is over. Be who you are so there are no unpleasant surprised for anyone later!
I watched a video by Marcus Trufant about the importance of technique – staying low, keeping the feet moving, popping the receiver with two hands then switching to one hand and guiding the receiver inside or outside. It was interesting to watch Trufant (a 1st round pick and Pro Bowler) then switch back and watch video below at the NFL combine, where you can see technique isn’t always correct (but oh my gosh these receivers would be hell to guard 🙂 ).
Once in a pick up game of football a UW Husky receiver showed up to play (it was years ago and I don’t remember his name anymore). Once again, I got screwed because I was deemed the fastest player on the field by our guys so had to guard him (that happened a few times to me 🙂 ). Anyway, I made it my singular mission for the game to not allow him to catch a pass on me (without mentioning or displaying that to him, since it’s never a good idea to spark a Division 1 athlete’s competitive fire :)); fortunately, he didn’t go full speed so I can honestly say he didn’t catch a pass on me. But that was also back in the day when receivers were normal sized and just fast as hell – today where they are 6’3″ *and* fast-as-hell would be hard as heck to stop for a 5’11” fast-runner-but-not-great-jumper like me.
it was fun to watch these super amazing athlete’s compete on this video. I think I would have like being a cornerback, to make it a mission-in-life to not let your man show you up or catch a pass. The part that would suck is the 225-pound fullback steaming towards you during a 20 yard fun.
Our oldest is going through some serious emtional (depression) issues for the past six months, and especially the past two months. Will go days without getting out of bed, and has resisted therapy (except hormonal therapy prescribed by her dubious “doctor”) but now is open to seeing someone. I will start on this. I’m not looking forward to it, since I battle chronic fatigue and it’s all I can do every day to seem “normal” (I wish I had a nickel for every time a close friend tells me they forget that I have a chronic disease).
It is really hard to have a child going through this, the not getting out of bed for days, which strikes too close to home for me (my mom’s family is prone to this). Although I myself have battled depression at times, no one would suspect it and I make an extreme effort to keep fighting through those days best I can and in my entire life had only had maybe 1 day where I could not get out of bed (after staying out with friends till 7 AM, I slept and watched sports all the next day 🙂 ). Even after my lung surgery, I spent my days walking the hospital (with my IV and oxygen tank in tow 🙂 ) rather than laying in bed.
I’m not upset with my child, I just want to be able to help her. I don’t have the time or energy for this, but will have to carve out time/energy. 😦
Was it 10 years ago? When the college kid made a video showing his achievements but which had clearly been editied. It showed him bench pressing like a bazillion pounds and zipping tennis balls a thousand miles an hour and similar achievements, and he sent it to prospective employers to demonstrate what he can do when he puts his mind to it. A malicious soul in HR shared the video with friends and it went viral and he was mocked a lot, even in the press. What an unfortunate thing that was. I admire a kid willing to put himself out there to find a job, and what a shame that a 22 year old is held up to the world to be mocked. I wonder where he is today, and hope he is doing well and is a good person and uses that experience to show compassion for others.
Reading “Underbelly Hoops,” following a season in the CBA (minor league basketball). It’s an enjoyable book and a funny story I read in it overnight: a player has too much to drink and passes out on a night off, and as a prank some of his teammates deposit him under the Christmas tree (like a gift) at the police department.
The writer of the book played ball at Purdue before playing minor league basketball. I read that he is now a professor at DePaul (which ironically was my favorite college basketball team in the early 1980s, when I was in junior high school and Ray Meyer was coach), which is impressive.