I remember my high school me being ultra aggressive and straightforward up to the point that I even yelled at my boss in public because he messed up my plans.
(I think I accidentally made a few junior fellows cry as well /not my true intention/…)
After all, I only cared about THE WORK. To get the SHIZ done.
I wonder how it’d worked out for me because I could have been trashed by my team members as well as by my leaders because of my bitchy attitude. I was a bitch to deal with. A bitch who could deliver.
Along the years with a few blackmail (no surprise), I learn to treat people better.
Add more humor.
The work ends, but the relationships with teams last.
Sometimes, good people don’t deliver.
Sometimes, bad work still earns credits. #Life
After a decade of working with teams, I value people more than /the/ work.
I no longer drill my staffs with questions that intimidate their performance. The WHYS.
I figured out that The HOWS might be better. Like, “How have you been doing the work? Show me so I can help.”
I, then, get more candid responses from my team. Better discussions. Better understanding.
Of course, it doesn’t always work out that nice but 7 out 10 occasions, it does.
The rest 30%, I turn on my /bitch/ mode. Either confrontation with constructive feedback or pure ignorance.
But you know what, it doesn’t really matter if they stay or I leave. Sometimes, the people I could not work with remain my good friends. Sometimes, best staffs fly away. Sometimes, bad boss gave me opportunities to manage up.
I only live once, I’m glad I’ve met both good and bad people.
Cheers for work life!