Snow is sheeting at 45 degrees. My view is majestic. The hilly range in the distance is masked by the flying powder. The only thing disturbing the serenity is the cars whizzing on Route 15 and the incessant nag that I should really be working. 14 days past I 'ascended' to a position of responsibility at mauell. Be careful what you wish for.
March 1 I was promoted to the Program Manager position in a company that had lost it's grace with the marketplace. Reasons abound, but the proliferation of the Internet is high on the list. In our great quest to make informed decisions, our customers have turned to the Internet for validation. Sales people attempt to communicate through email and lose the very art of communication, tone and body language. A very close second is the erosion of the dealer network which has it's ties to our 2.0 world. The challenges that beset me are monumental. To reverse the downward spiral, a concerted effort awaits. It's daunting to say the last and a bit scary. Deep down the in the recesses on my being, I know the driving force behind my actions is a fear of failure. Yet, I have tried so hard to overcome being enslaved by that demon. I want to be driven by passion, not fear.
Ultimately I know that the corporation's ability to sustain our current work-force rests on my shoulders. When you internalize it, a different motivation emerges: a servitude to your coworkers' well-being. I am financially tied to the success of the organization but that has never been my paramount motivator. Despite that, I preach PROFITABILITY. There should be a sign hanging in the office: "Is this GOOD for the company?". I loathe those demeaning attempts to cattle-prod employees. I hope my desperation never reaches the point of incorporating those tactics.
The challenge lays before me. What price am I willing to pay? Contemplation must eventually lead to action. The respite is over, get back to work asshole.
March 1 I was promoted to the Program Manager position in a company that had lost it's grace with the marketplace. Reasons abound, but the proliferation of the Internet is high on the list. In our great quest to make informed decisions, our customers have turned to the Internet for validation. Sales people attempt to communicate through email and lose the very art of communication, tone and body language. A very close second is the erosion of the dealer network which has it's ties to our 2.0 world. The challenges that beset me are monumental. To reverse the downward spiral, a concerted effort awaits. It's daunting to say the last and a bit scary. Deep down the in the recesses on my being, I know the driving force behind my actions is a fear of failure. Yet, I have tried so hard to overcome being enslaved by that demon. I want to be driven by passion, not fear.
Ultimately I know that the corporation's ability to sustain our current work-force rests on my shoulders. When you internalize it, a different motivation emerges: a servitude to your coworkers' well-being. I am financially tied to the success of the organization but that has never been my paramount motivator. Despite that, I preach PROFITABILITY. There should be a sign hanging in the office: "Is this GOOD for the company?". I loathe those demeaning attempts to cattle-prod employees. I hope my desperation never reaches the point of incorporating those tactics.
The challenge lays before me. What price am I willing to pay? Contemplation must eventually lead to action. The respite is over, get back to work asshole.
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