Thursday, August 11, 2016

"Get a Load of Fatso"


There’s an episode of the “Honeymooners,” called “The Bensonhurst Bomber,” in which Ralph attempts to intimidate a poolroom bully, Harvey, by pretending to knock out an even larger guy, a friend of Norton’s, who would be in on the plan.  To ensure that Ralph recognizes the friend, Norton suggests that he walk up to Ralph and say, “Get a load of fatso.”  In the event, of course, another very large guy gives Ralph the trigger line and Ralph actually decks him for real.   Ralph wonders how the stranger knew to call him “Fatso,” and Norton observes, “Well, if the shoe fits…”

I don’t think I’ve heard anyone use the term “Fatso” in quite a long time.  But when I was growing up in Brooklyn, I heard it a lot, and often directed at me, because I was, in fact, a chubby little kid.  While I didn’t particularly like it, I have to say I never felt the impulse to deck someone who used that term. I really didn’t take offense because I knew instinctively that that was precisely what the person using the term wanted me to do.

There is a tremendous amount of emphasis today on how to avoid offending others, even unintentionally.  That’s not a bad thing. The workplace focus on diversity, inclusion and cultural sensitivity has been tremendously positive, and the  training I experienced during my career was quite often eye-opening. But I wonder if some attention also should be devoted to the other side, i.e., teaching people to withhold from others the power to offend them.  That is a power that so many surrender very easily today. In fact, it sometimes seems to me that a lot of people are walking around looking for a reason to be offended and angry.  (Who said, “It’s hard to stop and smell the flowers when you have chip on your shoulder” Oh, wait.  I think I did.)

I believe we’ve come to this perpetually grumpy state in part because we are now a media-addicted society and the much of the media’s focus is on comments, activities and events that are, let’s face it, intended to be offensive. But I believe that the power to offend us depends entirely on our willingness to allow ourselves to be offended. To withhold that power, we need only remember that “offensive” comments, activities and events reflect only on the individuals responsible for them and not on us or on anyone else.  So, if someone calls someone “Fatso” or uses any other pejorative term, whether it starts with F, C, N or any other letter of the alphabet, intentionally or not, the target of that remark has the option of stopping to consider what harm was actually done and perhaps just letting it slide.  I don’t say it’s easy all the time, but with practice it is entirely possible to live an offense-free life.

The ability to withhold the power to offend was extraordinarily important to me very often during my career when dealing with what others might have considered an affront or insult.  In fact, I think my ability to survive successfully for 40 years in what was for me a very unnatural environment was due in no small part to remembering another childhood adage: “Sticks and stone might break my bones, but names can never hurt me.”  You might be surprised how a distinctly positive response to a slight can actually enhance your standing with those who really matter.  And it’s amazing how stopping the quest for offense can provide a new perspective on others, (even on @$$holes!)

Looking back, though, I do recall considering another option as a kid. To avoid being called “Fatso,” there was a place I dreamed of going where my weight would have been significantly less than what it was back in Brooklyn.  To the moon!”

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Strategic Plans

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Strategic plans, we have a few
But still we don’t know what to do.
Define success and set some goals
Perhaps some surveys or some polls.
Start committees, focus groups.
Step up engagement, rally troops!
List our values and our missions.
Anything but make decisions.
Call in McKinsey, summon Booz
They’re both the same. You get to choose.
They’ve been in here a lot before
To show us what our work is for.
We sought their counsel and advice
Of course, it came at quite a price.
We paid them well, we wrote big checks.
And in return, we got big decks.
So many charts and graphs and notes
A ton of data down our throats.
Yet once again it’s still unclear
The path to which we should adhere.
Push ahead, expand, acquire.
And then one day perhaps retire.
In the meantime, take the pay.
Enjoy the good old corporate way.

-Tony Mattera, Richmond, VA 2016

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Retirement, I think I Got Something to Say to You

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There's a lyric in Rod Stewart’s 1971 classic “Maggie May” that goes, “It’s late September and I really should be back at school.” When the song first came out, that particular line always triggered a tiny bit of anxiety in me whenever I heard it. I’m pretty sure it was because I was a guy who found comfort in the structure of a schedule and worried about violating some rule or missing something important if I wasn’t in class when I was supposed to be. So, the notion that it was late September and someone wasn’t back in school when they were supposed to be sort of touched a nerve. 

Years passed, of course, and I thought that I had gotten past finding comfort in structure. And I had, to a large extent. But now, in my second week of retirement, I realize that the feeling is still there, lurking in the background and occasionally popping up to let me know. For example, I was out working in the yard last week and had a moment of mild panic -- a feeling that I needed to dial in to a call or perhaps check in with my colleagues to stay in the loop. It subsided pretty quickly when I reminded myself that I don’t have to do that anymore.

I’ve taken pride in never having defined myself by my work. And I really haven’t. But looking back on the last 40 years at work, it’s pretty clear now that if I didn’t rely on my company or my job to define me, I did rely on them to provide a degree of structure that made me comfortable. (By the way, the paycheck and benefits also helped a lot.)

I’m starting to see now that among the challenges of retirement are to become comfortable without the structure of a schedule or to develop the discipline to create my own structure. Or both. This blog is part of how I plan to do that. Though I’ve never been what the job ads call a “self-starter,” I've had some nice inquiries asking if I plan to free-lance or “consult” (whatever that means) so I might do that once I play a little more. I want to become more fit so I’ll plan to devote a certain number of hours to swimming laps and working out. There’s the garden, of course, and cooking. (Let's not forget cooking!)  And finally, there are some courses I’d be interested in taking through our county system or at local community colleges.  So I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school. 

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Greatness means embracing the future with no fear

I see some irony in the Trump campaign's use of the slogan, "Make America Great Again." Let's put aside aside for the moment the fact that America is great and doesn't require its greatness to be restored. The people who are using that slogan are actually calling for a return to an earlier way of life and they live in fear of the change that is reshaping our future.  The irony lies in the fact that our nation's greatness was never founded on fear or a desire to turn back the clock. America's greatness comes from a willingness to embrace change with courage and boldly lead the way into the future. It never came from our wealth but from our intelligence and innovation that allowed us to build wealth. It came from our compassion and our optimism. It came from our willingness to elect leaders who had the foresight to create social safety nets, who had the strength to push for civil rights in the face of strident, entrenched bigotry and who had the guts to tell despots to "tear down this wall." Greatness will never come from electing people who foster fear and want to build walls. Our country's greatness will endure as long as we stay true to ourselves, act with courage, never succumb to fear and embrace the opportunity to shape our future.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Advice for Sliding Through Life

One of the best little books I've ever read is called, "Never Confuse a Memo with Reality," (subtitle: And Other Business lessons Too Simple Not to Know"), by Richard A. Moran, published in 1993 by Harpers Collins. It's a tidy collection of words of wisdom for surviving and perhaps even thriving as an employee in the corporate world. By the time I discovered the book about 12 years ago I had already confirmed the wisdom of nearly every bit of advice it offers. Some is obvious, like, "You'll never regret having spent too much time with your kids," or "Never wear a tie with a stain on it." Other bits express things we may know inherently, but rarely say out loud, like, "The size of your office is not as important as the size of your paycheck," and the advice in the title: "Never confuse a memo with reality...most memos from the top are political fantasy."
I consult this little book regularly to get re-grounded and stay sane (relatively) when corporate baloney and artificial urgency are swirling around me. But on a day to day basis, in and out of work, I reflect often on advice I've gotten from the friends and mentors who have helped to shape my attitudes and approach to work and life. I thought it might be helpful to share some of that from time to time.
Barry, for whom I worked for 20 years and who is one of my closest friends, shared this: "You wouldn't worry what people think about you if you realized how seldom they do."
Barry also gave me another bit of advice that I try desperately to follow. Talking about the relationship with one's employer, he said, "Take their money. Eat their food. Drink their booze and shut up." It's that last bit I sometimes have trouble with.
My late friend Ralph said and did so many things that I don't think he intended as advice or examples, but that I think about frequently when I'm assessing my reaction to things.
Once, I was sitting at a nearly empty bar with Ralph and some of his friends when an angry drunk came up to me and said, "Hey! You're sitting in my seat." And he meant it, too. It seemed especially absurd when I looked down the bar at all the empty seats. I turned to Ralph for support (and maybe protection) and he said, "Tony, I believe you're sitting in this gentleman's seat." In other words, "It's not worth it. Pick your arguments." Also, "You can't win an argument with a drunk."
Ralph also observed something that hasn't really changed the way I behave or react but just shed light on why I and other men do what we do sometimes. He said simply, "Men do what women want." There will be those who take issue with that observation, but in general I think humans are hardwired in a way that makes Ralph's observation true most of the time. It's another way of saying, "When momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy."
I'll try to remember to share other bits of advice I've gotten (good and bad) from time to time. I'll close with one more from the book -- one that I've shared with a lot of people who are just starting to work in the corporate world and often have to make tough choices.
"Life is Choices: always choose to do what you will remember ten years from now."

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Decisions, decisions....

I'm sitting here waiting for the cable guy to come and trying to decide how to use this time. At some point this morning, I have to run out and buy a new headlight bulb for the car, but I'm stuck here until the cable guy comes, so in the meantime here are my choices: I can go out and finish cleaning out the hot tub in preparation for filling it; I can cut up chicken for chicken piccata; I can vacuum the carpets (always a favorite of mine but it freaks out the dog) or I can start cutting the grass (although the cable guy is supposed to call an hour before he shows up and the mower might prevent me from hearing the phone ring.) One other alternative is to sit here and indulge in this flight of boring ideas. I think that's what I'll do. Now, that's what I call being decisive!

Friday, September 16, 2011

Last Day of a Two Week Vacation

After a week at the beach and a week at home taking care of various chores, it's almost time to go back to work. It was a wonderful time away from work. The week at the beach with family and friends was magnificent and the week at home was fun and productive. We lost cable TV on Tuesday evening (the cable guy comes tomorrow morning) but I didn't let that get in the way of a good time. So, to put a capper on my Friday evening, I conducted a mustard tasting competition among French's, Guilden's and Grey Poupon. I spread a bit of each on slices of Boar's Head Baloney, American Cheese and bits of Parmesian cheese. Then I ate them. My conclusion: We have way too much mustard in this house. But if I had to choose just one, I'd have to give the edge to the Grey Poupon.

Maybe it really is time to go back to work.