Anyone have a boss? At work. Not at home, and siblings don’t count.
I mean, do you have a person at work who decides how much to pay you and whether or not you still have a job? That’s your boss.
Maybe YOU’RE the boss. How many people report to you? How many people report to them? Do you have the authority to hire and fire all those positions?
Maybe you don’t, and you dream about the power. Like King Midas dreamt about being able to turn anything into gold. Be careful about what you wish for.
I have this “power.” It’s not fun. I get to go to work and be friendly with everyone. I get to see everyone on their best behavior.
Then I hear stories. So and so did this, or said that. Always behind “so and so’s” back. Ah, the drama. Do you like drama?
I can’t stand drama. I don’t need to watch it on TV. I live it every day.
Let’s make this easy on both of us. “So and so” is officially “Sue.”
So I eventually meet with Sue and what do I do? I’m friendly and business-like at the same time. And watching. And wondering. Am I going to have to fire Sue?
Meanwhile Sue is telling me about her problems, her sick parents, her troublesome kids. I’m sympathetic. And I’m still thinking to myself, will I have to fire you?
Finally, something happens that everyone sees, no one can ignore. I’m going to have to call Sue into my office and find out what’s going on.
I want to ask her: “Do you want this job? Do you need this job? What are you thinking?” But I can’t do that, either. It’s not professional, and it leads her to the “right” answers. No, I have to find out what’s going on inside her head, and hold her to her job description.
The problem is that the job description for managers is a lot fuzzier than for others. So I have to hold Sue’s feet to a fuzzy fire.
I have to think about this every time I meet with my coworkers. It makes for a very full day. One of these days I’ll find a job without drama. Chances are there won’t be any people involved.