The old employment saw is to hire people smarter than you. In my case, smarter than me. That’s really saying something. I don’t agree with the practice in principle or the principle in practice. It doesn’t work.
Smart people tend to question things. They raise their hands and poke holes in flimsy systems. You don’t want yes man. You want nodders, clappers, and head shakers. The kind of underlings who don’t ask for something to be explained again because they won’t ever understand it. So why bother?
You want your employees doubling as footstools, ottomans, and cup holders. This way they can pad their resume with an additional skill outside their chosen field of study.
This might sound harsh until you realize whoever hired you thought the same thing.
An office should resemble a soviet satellite state, with you installed as a strong willed and domineering party boss. This means stature as much as attitude. You should have a gray suit, thick eyebrows and a giant forehead. You should drink vodka by the quart and borscht by the gallon. You want to appreciate sour cream as a mighty condiment, bolstering any drag meal. You should know your history. You should purge frequently, but never after an expensive client dinner. Sure, there are oil paintings of your boss everywhere, but the for day-to-day operation this is your fiefdom. That's how a business runs smoothly - at least until the crops fail.
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