Saturday, October 4, 2014

You're Not the Boss of Me! (Or Are You...?)

October 16th was National Boss's Day - at least it was in the United States and Canada (and Wikipedia says that Lithuania and Romania are in on the celebration, too). We can thank Patricia Bays Haroski for making this day a tradition. (Now you can stump your friends with this bit of trivia: "Who registered "National Boss's Day" with the U.S. Chamber of Commerce in 1958? Why, Patricia Bays Haroski, of course! I can't believe you didn't know that!") Patricia, a secretary for the State Farm Insurance Company at the time, selected her employer father's October 16 birthday for this event, so that employees could show their appreciation to their supervisor and build a stronger work relationship. And Hallmark rejoiced!

I've been a keen observer of work relationships for years - even more so after I completed coursework for leadership coaching at GW University, and went through a few years of coaching with an amazing professional. I learned a lot about what it takes to understand people, to motivate them, to respect and value them, and how to change my own thinking and actions to be a better leader. I don't do it perfectly - most of us don't - but I know I've upped my game over the years. I am especially mindful about blending fun, fairness, challenge, education, inspiration, positive reinforcement, constructive feedback, care and compassion when I'm in the "boss seat." I liked it when my team members told me what worked, and what needed to be tweaked for them to perform at the top of their game. I liked knowing that if I did my part right, a little bit of me would be integrated in my team members' leadership skills, and they would pay it forward when they managed someone. And when I have a boss, I try to tell them what I like about their leadership; what makes them effective, and what will help me do my job better.

Even if you missed Boss's Day last week, think about sending yours (past and/or present) a handwritten note, text or email. Tell them what you've learned under their tutelage; or call out a conversation or a moment that made a difference to you. It will underscore what they do well, so that they know it makes a difference and they'll keep doing it. And it will make their day. Guaranteed! Just don't say something like "I love how your vacant blue eyes match your shirt," or "It's nice of you not to yell too loud when you're mad at me." You know what mama said: "If you can't say anything nice...come sit by me." Oops, I mean "... then don't say anything at all."

Go on - write that note! Patricia Bays Haroski will be happy you did.

© 2014 A Bit of Brie/Anitabrie 

Driving Miss Lazy

Last summer, I made an amazing solitary road trip. Maybe not so amazing for other people, but it was epic for me, because I don't like to drive. Oh, sure - give me a short jaunt on a sunny day with a scarcity of other cars around me, but extreme drives are just not in my "steering-wheelhouse." (Yes, I took great pleasure in that turn of phrase. Much more pleasure than I take in driving.) I'm also kind of a ticket magnet. I have lots of photos of my various cars through the years, front and back view, courtesy of my local government.

So, back to my journey: I traveled from Maryland to St. Petersburg, Florida and back, stopping along the way to visit friends and one set of relatives: about 2700 miles in total. I was dreading it, because I don't love my own company that much. But I did it, serenaded by some of my favorite singers, and getting rather familiar with Michael Bublé, though I think that liaison meant more to me than him.

And once again, as I always do when I drive more than an hour, I reveled in my favorite fantasy: if I ever win the lottery, or inherit a fortune (or make one), I want a driver! I want to sit in the back and do anything that doesn't require following directions or paying attention or keeping my car from running into other cars. I want to pull up to other people who are being chauffeured around, and ask them to pass the Grey Poupon - but first I'll make sure they're at least my age or older so they know what I mean, and we can laugh and laugh while our drivers roll their eyes at each other.

I’m not going to be selfish about my driver, either. If you ever need to go anywhere, my driver and I will be happy to take you. I’ll even make you a ham sandwich with fancy mustard for the ride.

© 2014 A Bit of Brie/Anitabrie