My First Day Job

At the tender age of 32, I was forced out of my music career by major hearing damage (* see below). After a couple of years in recovery, I retrained to be a computer programmer --  a nice, quiet programmer as one of my teachers put it. At the end of my studies, I landed a job with a major corporation developing systems for the then-new microcomputers. This was my first straight gig since a couple of disastrous attempts in my teens.

I'd never been in a corporate environment before, so there was a lot of learning and a lot of adjusting. One thing that intrigued me was the department manager. A mild-mannered guy in his 50s, he was very easy to get along with and obviously very good manager as his department ran quite smoothly.

What I found most interesting about this fellow was that he spent a large portion of his work day looking out his office window. The department was located on the 5th floor, and his corner office looked out over the city. This was in Toronto, which is known for its greenery, so the view was very nice. And in the fall, it was truly spectacular.

So, it seemed to me like this guy did very little actual work, and got paid a lot for not doing it. So what was his secret?

To some degree, he'd made himself redundant. His staff did all the routine work -- quickly, quietly, efficiently. Sometimes someone would go to the boss's office with an issue, and he would help them deal with it. Or he might send them packing because he needed them to figure it out for themselves. And then it was back to gazing out the window.

You see, he'd hired a lot of very capable, dedicated, and creative people. And his management style was to step back and let them do their thing as much as possible. So the department essentially ran itself, driven by the quality of the staff. The manager was there to determine priorities, provide direction, and solve any problems that came up (plus the usual managerial stuff). When it came to the department's day-to-day workload, that was well covered by the staff, freeing the manager to resume his contemplation.

The moral of the story is this: Surround yourself with good people and then get out of the way. If you teamed up with them because of their skill and knowledge, why would you mess with that? I'?ve even heard stories about musicians (and non-musicians) who were hired because of their abilities only to have the 'boss' require them to do something else entirely. It's a no-win situation, often leading to conflict, stress and even occasional sackings.

* For the full story and an in-depth look at hearing damage, check out my early blog posts: https://drumyoda.blogspot.com/2012/04/

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