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“So what do you think, Karla?” I asked. “About toxic teams, and what you can do about them?”
I am sure you remember Karla. She is the young lady who was having a difficult time in a toxic work environment, and two articles ago, had asked me three questions :
My friend Faizal had answered the first one in “Why Are Some Teams Toxic?”; and a world-famous executive coach, Barbara, had addressed the second question in “How Do We Prevent Toxic Teams?”. I had shared both these detailed responses with Karla.
Now it was time to answer the final question.
Karla seemed both thoughtful and downcast. She took her time answering.
“It seems, uncle, that based on what Faizal and Barbara said, that there is very little I can do to solve the problem,” she said, haltingly.
I had reached a similar conclusion, but still asked,
“What makes you say this, Karla?”
“Well, it seems evident from both narratives that toxicity can only be removed or cured by changing the leadership and/or the culture. I am too junior and too new in this company to be able to influence either.”
I told you she was smart.
“Much as I hate agreeing with any statement that does not lead to a solution,” I said, “I have to agree. Some workplace issues cannot be resolved by junior team members, and toxicity seems to be one such.”
“Having said that,” I continued, “this does not mean that you cannot survive in a toxic team or use your time in such a team to your advantage. There are some very important learnings that you can take away from a toxic team.”
“Like what, uncle?” asked Karla skeptically.
“As you grow and move to being a manager, and then a leader; as you move positions and roles and companies, you are going to come across such situations,” I said, “isn’t it worth learning the nuts and bolts of such teams, so that you can recognise and develop strategies that you can use in the future?”
Karla brightened visibly. “That sounds like a good idea,” she said, “how do I go about it?”
“Let’s start with identifying the different kinds of players in a toxic team,” I said, “by doing this, we can make sure that you will be able to recognise what and who you are dealing with.”
“A few weeks ago, I came across this write-up in a website called www.weekdone.com,” I said, “It described the five enemies of teamwork.”
These employees tend to promise more (much more) than they deliver. They may not even do it intentionally, but they do it regularly. Often, these big promises are made in public (in team meetings, for example), and then forgotten in private.
These employees believe that shared responsibility means “everybody else shares the responsibility”! They are very good at passing bucks, transferring monkeys from their shoulders to others’ and finding reasons why not.
Some employees will, when something is done, find a way to take the credit. They are also excellent in transferring the blame if something goes wrong. Such employees are quite willing to sacrifice their colleagues and their teams on any altar that is convenient.
Then, there are the employees who are experts in finding fault in every little thing. These people spend most of their time on criticizing instead of actually working and doing something useful.
And finally, there are employees who have no idea of the meaning of the world “team.” They are so completely self involved that they believe in the dictum, “my way or the highway”. They don’t like to listen to others’ ideas or recommendations, and even actively tear them down.
“And, each of these categories of employees can be handled or managed,” I concluded, looking at Karla for her reaction.
Karla sat forward excitedly.
“Wow, uncle, I can relate to each of these types of employees!” she exclaimed.
“You remember that I spoke to you about Rakesh? Well, he is the perfect Headline Hero! And then there is Soon Kim, my boss – he’s a real Lone Ranger! Also, there is a lady called Phyllis in one of our teams who complains all the time about everything!”
I laughed. “Been there, seen that,” I said. “That is the beauty of such smart categorization – they come easily to life!”
“But how do I deal with these different types of colleagues?” asked Karla.
“With the False Prophet, you need to add a buffer of time and effort to everything they tell you; this will keep you safe from disappointment.”
“With the Sleeping Partner, what I have found is to get them to lead projects – they will find the easiest and fastest way to complete them, so that they can go back to bed!”
“In case of the Headline Hero, document every interaction and ensure that others are copied. These employees will quickly realize that they cannot piggyback on your ideas, as everyone knows that these are yours.”
“If you persuade Weeping Willows to take on loads of routine tasks, they will not be happy, but will not have the time to criticize and complain!”
“And finally, with the Lone Ranger, just best to leave them alone. If they need you, they will approach you.”
“So, Karla, while not everyone can fix toxic teams, we can find ways to survive and even manage the situation to our advantage.” I said.
“As you well know, not all of us have the luxury of being able to leave our current jobs and seek another one,” I continued, “we have to make the best of the cards that we are dealt.”
“That is very true,” Karla said, with a faraway look in her eyes. “I am slowly realising that if I use the right tactics with each of my team members, I can influence the team to at least some extent…”
“Absolutely,” I said, “that is the right approach. Every colleague has a specific set of stimuli that they will respond to; it is upto you to discover the right buttons to push and when, and you will see some amazing and surprising outcomes!”
“Thank you so much, uncle,” said Karla, as she rose to leave, “I am going to give it my best shot. Thank you for listening to my problems and for helping me find answers.”
“I live to serve,” I quipped. “All the best, Karla!”
****
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Cheers | Shesh | Singapore | 30 June 2020.
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I raised my hand (digitally, by hitting the little hand symbol).
“Yes, Shesh, please go ahead.” Barbara had just completed a closed-door webinar on Human Capital in a VUCA World. She was a legend among mentors and coaches and had helped many CEOs find themselves and turn their companies around.
I unmuted myself. “Thank you, Barbara, for the great talk. I have recently been asked a question by a young lady for which I am hoping to find an answer – How can we prevent toxic teams and how can we remove toxicity from teams?”
Barbara smiled. “She sounds like a smart young lady. That is a very apt question, indeed, especially in today’s world. Do all of you have time for a story?”
The 15 CXOs participating in the webinar chorused their yeses.
“Great,” Barbara continued, “I don’t need to say this, but all of us have encountered toxicity. Many of us have accepted it, even turned a blind eye. Some of us have tried to fix it, sometimes succeeding, often failing. I would not be surprised if, at some point during our careers, some of us have even contributed to a toxic culture.”
Watching my fellow participants on the screen, I could see their visible discomfort. Eyes that were previously fixed to their screens moved sideways and upwards. Buttocks shifted on ergonomic chairs.
“I know,” Barbara smiled, “These are uncomfortable words. But, hear it from me – toxic teams DO NOT happen without the leader’s consent or acceptance.” She looked at her screen, somewhere in New York City, her eyes probing ours. All of us studiously avoided her eyes.
Barbara sat back. “The year was 2012…” she started.
I was asked to be the Executive Coach to the new CEO of The Fortune Group. I was a little concerned. Normally, a CXO is offered coaching only after he or she has been in the role for a while. This was the first time I have been asked to coach a brand new CEO.
I had a meeting with the Chairman of the Group and he helped clear this concern.
“Well, Barbara,” he said, “you know that The Fortune Group has been facing some serious issues. One of the main contributors is the former CEO, and that is why we had to let him go. He has caused a lot of disruptions internally. The organization’s culture is toxic. Senior managers are constantly sniping at each other. There seems to be little or no accountability. Financial commitments are rarely kept. We get inventive excuses and explanations, rather than results!”
“I feel guilty to an extent that we are handing over a damaged company to Jacintha. I am worried that we are setting her up for failure. It is to ensure that she has the resources she needs, the support she needs, that I thought of you.”
I was surprised. This was both honest and thoughtful. Rare qualities in boardrooms, I assure you.
“Thank you, John, for sharing this,” I responded, “as I said, it would be my pleasure, and yes, I will meet Jacintha tomorrow.”
Jacintha Lee, soft spoken, kindly and charming, started her job the following week. She was a whirlwind. In the first 3 weeks, she had individual meetings with every senior manager; she visited Fortune’s 22 offices and plants; she had townhalls with various groups of employees. I noticed that she did not meet customers, nor the banks, nor did she speak to the press who were clamoring for interviews. In one of our calls, I brought this up.
“Well, Barbara, all my research indicates that our problems are internal, not external. I am going to understand these and fix them first, before I tackle anything else,” said Jacintha.
Fair enough, I thought.
On the first day of her second month in Fortune, Jacintha acted.
She called a meeting of the senior management team. (I was present as an observer). She spoke to 46 managers.
“In the last 30 days, I have spent time with all of you, and thank you for your honest inputs to everything I asked. I am grateful for your acceptance and support,” she started.
“This is hard for me to say,” Jacintha continued, “but we are in a mess. Our numbers are far beow where we can and should be, our customer satisfaction levels are way below expectations, our employees are unhappy and our quality standards are suspect.”
“I believe I know why, and I believe I know how we can correct this.”
One, we, the management team, are not aligned on who we are and what we want. We have no cohesion, and sadly, there seems to be a serious lack of trust between us.
Two, the organization lacks clarity. We don’t have a clear understanding of the fundamentals, we do not have a common vocabulary. Our values are not clear, our vision is opaque, we question ourselves at all levels.
Three, our Group’s communication and coordination is quite abysmal. Our subordinates, our vendors, our customers have no idea what we stand for, mainly because they see us, the management team, as inconsistent and undecided and often, at odds with one another.
And finally, four, our Human Capital systems are bereft of caring or consideration. I have seen government systems which are less bureaucratic, and more compassionate.”
“I am sure,” Jacintha continued, “that some of you may disagree with some of what I have said. Under normal circumstances, I would be happy to consult and discuss this with each of you. But not now.”
“Any organization is as strong as it’s culture,” she said. “Our culture is so dysfunctional that it is non-existent. We are going to fix this first.”
“As of today, I am rolling out a set of basic values that we will all adhere to from this moment in time. Together, we, as the senior management, will align and cohere. We will spend the next month imbibing and assimilating these values. If any of us needs help, please speak to Barbara (as she gestured to me), and she will be happy to listen, to guide and coach.”
Jacintha stepped forward, her face becoming even more serious. “Adherence to these values is not a choice. It is an obligation. Any of you who don’t or can’t live these values are free to find futures elsewhere.
While I had some inkling as to what was coming, I was left agape. The person who stood there in front of 46 senior veterans of the corporate world was not the nice, gentle, friendly woman I had got to know. This was an indomitable force, clad in designer clothes.
I looked around the room. It looked like everyone felt like I did. Wide eyes and partially open mouths abounded.
Jacintha took the meeting to its conclusion, after presenting the new ‘core values’ and explaining them in simple and clear terms. She asked if there were any questions, answered the few simple requests for clarifications and adjourned the meeting.
The next month was quite hectic, both for Jacintha and me. Together and separately, we met with almost all the senior managers. All through the discussions and explanations and even arguments, the message was clear – align or depart.
In the meantime, Jacintha had also hired two capable young people for her communications team. She spent a substantial amount of time preparing for the next stage – establishing organizational clarity across the Group.
On the last day of August, just before Labor Day, Jacintha launched her communication blitz. The communications team organized a group-wide townhall, across 12 countries and 22 offices.
Jacintha spoke about the ‘new’ culture and laid out The Fortune Group’s purpose, vision, values and strategy. She spoke about what Fortune stood for, its long term and medium term goals, its strengths and weaknesses, its competence and its competition.
When she finished, after a prolonged silence, I witnessed something I had only seen in political rallies before. The entire organization erupted in a standing ovation! It seemed that Jacintha had given the thousands of employees what they were hoping for – a clear vision, a focused approach, and a set of measurable goals to achieve.
I know you have other meetings and commitments, and I am not going to bore you with a blow-by-blow commentary. A few milestones –
In the next 3 months, Jacintha replaced 6 members of her senior management team – those who could not or did not conform to the new culture. Concomitantly, quite a few other managers who had gotten used to or taken advantage of the previous regime were encouraged to find other avenues. She and other senior managers spent a substantial time on the road, spreading and reinforcing the word.
In the second month, the organization woke up one Monday to the shocking news that Jacintha has suspended two of her senior most lieutenants for ‘non-compliance’ with the new culture. Both the gentlemen spent a week at home (and some time with me), and resumed their duties,smarter and wiser.
She reorganized the team, tore up all the redundant chapters of the policy manuals, and created a truly employee-centric, transparent, caring system. In November, The Fortune Group launched the new system in another group-wide townhall. I witnessed my second corporate standing ovation.
In November, five months after we began, I attended my second Management Review meeting. The difference was startling! The senior managers were engaged, aligned and clearly working together. The quality of information being presented was top notch. And most importantly, ALL the trends were pointing steadfastly in the right direction.
In December, at Jacintha’s request, I chose 30 employees at random, and had one-to-one meetings with them, to understand whether Jacintha’s initiatives had spread across the organization and taken root. As I compiled my report, I felt amazed and uplifted that so much could have changed in so little time…
So, Shesh, to answer your question, “How can we prevent toxic teams and how can we remove toxicity from teams?”
We need –
Of these, the first two are the most critical. Leadership and Culture are interdependent and feed off one another. The lack of one leads to the failure of the other.
Everything else follows, though not by default, but by design.
Thank you, everyone, for your attention, and for a wonderful session! Have a great week ahead!
****
What do you think of Barbara’s narrative? Do you agree with her solution? Do share your views and experiences…
Please send them to me, either as a comment or as a PM. Let us cure this persistent disease…
Cheers | Shesh | Singapore | 16 June 2020.
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“In response to the question on why some teams are so toxic, may I tell you a story?” asked Faizal, as he settled back into the sofa with a dew-dotted glass in his hand.
Faizal’s words were in response to my describing my meeting with Karla and her descriptions of the toxic behaviours of her team. I had just posed the three questions Karla had asked me at the end of our meeting :
“Of course, Faizal!” said Chow Yen, “I am a sucker for stories! Go for it!” He, too, held a glass with golden yellow liquid that sparkled in the mood lighting in the lounge.
“Me too!” said Anders, “I have often given this question thought, and would really like to hear your reasons for a team becoming or being toxic.” Anders held a plate of tuna sandwiches that he was demolishing rapidly.
(If you are new to the CEO Chronciles, a quick catch up : The Gang Of Four was the informal group of four friends – Anders, Chow Yen, Faizal and I – which met once every 5-6 weeks to catch up, and more importantly, to discuss issues and problems each of us was facing and to find approaches and solutions together. Today, we were in the bar lounge in St. Regis).
“Great,”said Faizal. “It was 2008 and I had just taken over as CEO of ABC Limited…”
ABC Limited was an established privately held Group headquartered in Singapore. It was established in 1985, and had steadily grown into a transnational company.
ABC Singapore, in addition to the corporate office, had two business units (BUs), one focusing on engineering products and the other delivering diverse maintenance and repair services.
After I settled down, (said Faizal) I noticed that the two teams were very different. They were each on a separate floor, below the corporate office. The product BU floor had a subdued air to it. The services BU, on the other hand, seemed full of laughter and light.
Financially, both BUs were performing similarly, with similar toplines and acceptable margins. However, on closer analysis, the product BU numbers seemed to have a gradual downward trend, and the services BU was clearly moving upwards.
Operationally, I noticed that the product BU had a high attrition rate. The BU had separated from 18 people in the last year, out of a total of 42.
My antennae tingled and I decided to learn more. I started with talking to my Group CFO, Sheetal.
The discussion was not comfortable. Sheetal hemmed and hawed and spoke in generic phrases, which was very unlike her normally frank approach.
I then spoke to our Group COO, Geoff. He, too, seemed to dance around the questions I asked, not committing to anything.
I had had enough. I invited Sheetal and Geoff out for a drink that evening, and once we were settled, I looked at them seriously.
“Guys,” I said, “quit fooling around. I want you to tell me what is going on with the product BU. No hedging and feinting, please!”
Sheetal and Geoff looked at each other. They had been working together for the past 4 years, and knew each other well. Some kind of signal passed between the two, and Geoff leaned forward.
“Well, Faizal,” he started, “Morton was hired by your predecessor about two and a half years ago. I believe that both of them, ahh, hmm, share a nationality? And have been friends for some time. Do you get me?”
“Am beginning to,” I said, the light slowly dawning, “please go on.”
“Um, well,” Geoff was clearly uncomfortable, “so Morton was brought in as the General Manager of the product BU without much involvement by any of us. He was like, what you say, a special case?”
“Okay,” I said, “I get where you are going. And then?”
Sheetal took over. “Morton is, uh, different,” she said, “he comes from a different industry, and thinks and behaves differently…”
I sat up as straight as I could in the soft lounge settee.
“Sheetal, Geoff, much as I respect your reticence and sensitivity,” I said, firmly, “if we have a problem with one of our teams, I need to know it, and the sooner the better. If you keep throwing euphemisms at me, how am I expected to analyse the issues involved?
Finally, the floodgates opened. I listened and listened and took notes.
And I understood the problem.
The next morning, I called the Chief HR Officer to my room.
“Anna,” I asked, “May I see the exit interviews for these ex-employees?” I gave her the list of the 18 people who had left Geoff’s team in the previous 12 months.
Anna glanced at the list. “Why do you need…?” she began, and then she recognised the names. “Oh…” She looked at me for a few moments, poised to say something. Then she rose to leave. “You will have it in an hour, Faizal,” she said.
I spent the afternoon reading 18 documents that confirmed the understanding that had dawned on me the previous evening.
The words, “self-involved”, ‘apathetic”, “selfish”, “untrustworthy”, “incapable” and “incompetent” were repeated too many times to have been missed.
My opinion of my predecessor dropped more than a bit.
The exit interview minutes described a leader who had no right to that title; a boss in name only, with little interest in anything other than self-interest; a manager who abdicated his duties; a teammate who had long forsaken his team; a professional who blamed his incompetence on his subordinates.
At about 5:00 PM, I asked Anna to see me again. She did, but her feet dragged as she walked into my room.
“You know about this,” I said. It was not a question, really.
“Yes,” Anna answered. She couldn’t meet my eyes.
“You are the head of HR,” I said, trying to maintain a neutral tone. “It is your responsibility to…”
I stopped. Anna was working hard to control herself.
“I tried!” she said. “Every time, I shared the feedback with the CEO. Each time, I recommended that we needed to act on this! But…” she realised that she was raising her voice, and paused.
When Anna had recovered a little, she continued. “Every time, Faizal, every time I was told that the matter has been ‘noted’ and that appropriate counselling will be given. That I don’t need to worry. That I should leave it with the CEO.”
“And?” I asked gently.
“And nothing,” Anna said, frustrated. “Good people kept leaving, and we took no action. Other teams complained, and we took no action. It was almost as if Morton was being protected…”
“It’s not your fault, Anna,” I said, as comfortingly as I could. “You did your best.”
Anna looked at me, her expression a mix of sadness and disappointment.
“No, I did not do my best,” she said, “That is why I am feeling so terrible.”
Before I left that day, I called Sarang, the General Manager of the Services BU, and asked him to drop in for a chat.
I sped through the pleasantries.
“Sarang,” I said, “let me get to the point of this meeting. You have been in this company for more than 7 years. You are a smart, capable manager and leader. There is no question but that you know about the problems in the Product BU?”
“Yes, Faizal,” Sarang answered, without hesitation, “I know.”
“What did you do about it, if anything?”
“Me? Nothing,” said Sarang. “I don’t have anything to do with that BU.”
“I hear you, Sarang,” I said, “the question is why. You are part of this company’s senior management. If you have been seeing a dysfunctional team for nearly 4 years, you should have intervened.”
“Honestly, Faizal,” said Sarang, “I am focused on my BU. That is what I am paid for. My team is doing well, and I have achieved all my targets. I don’t see why I should interfere or intervene in another BU’s issues.”
“Oh,” I said, “fair enough. Have you heard of a poet named John Donne?”
Sarang’s brow creased. “No, sorry, never hear of him.”
“Thanks, Sarang,” I said, “Just check John Donne out on the internet, will you? He has written a wonderful poem on islands and continents…”
Faizal leaned back, and took a deep gulp of his drink, and sat back, smiling at us.
Chow Yen sat forward. “Okay, Faizal, great story, but don’t keep us in suspense any longer! So, what are the main causes for some teams to be so toxic?”
Faizal grinned. “Oh, I thought you would have got that from the article’s sub-titles,” he remarked. “Let me sum it up for you. Teams are or become toxic if,
“I am not saying these are the only causes or symptoms. But these are the big ones, I believe.”
Anders lifted his glass. “Excellent Faizal, a well woven story! Thank you!
I raised my glass, too. “Great narrative, Faizal, you had us on the edges of our seats. One question before we disperse – what did you do next?”
Faizal cocked his eyebrow. “Isn’t that Karla’s next question, Shesh – ‘How can toxicity be removed from a team’? Shouldn’t that be addressed in the next article?
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Faizal has shared four causes of toxic teams. There are many more causes – can you share any that you have come across? Either in your own company or a situation that you have encountered?
Please send them to me, either as a comment or as a PM. Let us work to find a solution to this unfortunately common problem.
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“I want to quit! I can’t take this toxic crap any more!” said Karla, her face writ with frustration and anger.
I leaned forward. It was very unlike Karla to lose her cool like this.
“These are strong words,” I said. “You have been in this company for less than a year, haven’t you?”
“Yes, about 8 months,” she said, her brow knitted into a frown. “And it has been a horrible 8 months! I wish I had never joined this company!”
That caused me to pause. Karla was employed in a reputed Fortune 500 MNC. If I was not wrong, I had recently read about how they had scored very well in employee ratings.
“Would you like to discuss this?” I asked gently, “Or are the wounds too fresh?”
“Well, uncle, that is why I am here,” said Karla, “I was speaking to Dad, and he asked me to consult you. Though I don’t know how this will help. I just want to walk away from this mess!”
No, Karla is not my niece; she is the daughter of one of my close friends, and calls me uncle. And she is normally not as emotional as the above dialogue sounds. Something is really bothering her.
“So what happened?” I asked.
“My team is truly toxic, that’s what!” she burst out. “And I don’t even feel like going to office anymore.”
“What do you mean by ‘toxic’”? I asked, even though I knew well what she meant, having experienced my share of toxicity through my career. “Would you be able to share any specific issues or examples?”
“Of course I can,” said Karla, “let me share recent three instances with you…”
“About three months ago,” Karla started, “I was supposed to complete a ‘preferred client analysis’ – analysing a list of our most important regional customers, developing patterns of their purchases, establishing trends, and evaluating the relationship strengths.”
“Okay,” I nodded.
“I had just joined the company a few months before. I did not know all the customers well. Yes, I did get a lot of the quantitative information from our database, but as you know uncle, quantitative data only shows part of the picture. I needed to understand them qualitatively, too.”
“Absolutely. No question.” I agreed.
“So, I approached one of my senior team members, Rakesh,” she continued, “and asked him whether he could help me with a more nuanced understanding of a few of the customers on the list. Rakesh seemed a nice guy, and I thought he is the best person to go to, as he had been with the team for more than 4 years.”
“Rakesh asked me to send him an e-mail and said he would surely help,” Karla said, “and I did. With some follow up, he responded and gave me some insights. He did this all on e-mail even though we could have done this in an hour’s meeting. Even though I wondered why, I did not give it much thought – I was just glad that I was getting the information I needed.”
“I assume there is a twist in the tale coming up?” I queried gently.
“Oh yes!” Karla laughed, more cynically than a 28 year old should ever laugh. “I submitted the completed project to our boss, Soon Kim, and hoped that I had lived up to expectations. Two days later, we had a team meeting. One of the items on the agenda was to discuss the client analysis. When the time came, instead of turning to me, he asked Rakesh to give everyone an overview of the analysis.”
I knew where this was going, so I kept silent and nodded.
“I was taken aback,” Karla said, her eyes looking into the past, “and Rakesh presented the project as if he had done the whole thing himself. At the end of it, Soon Kim thanked and congratulated him, and the meeting continued.”
“That afternoon, I went to Soon Kim’s cabin, and asked him why Rakesh presented the analysis, when it was my project. He seemed puzzled. But, he said, Rakesh told me that you had approached him and asked him to lead the project. He also showed me some e-mails between you two.”
“I did not know whether to cry or scream,” said Karla, gritting her teeth at the memory. “I explained the situation to Soon Kim, about the need for a few insights, which added up to less than 20% of the project. He seemed to listen, but I don’t believe his heart was in it. He seemed very eager to get on with some other work. I left his cabin completely demoralised.”
“What did you do next?” I asked.
“Well, that evening, I hitched a ride with Sonja,” she said, “and I told her what happened. Sonja was not surprised at all. This happens all the time in our team, she said. Most of the team members are out to prove themselves and grab credit. Rakesh is known for hijacking projects and achievements, and has done this to many other team members. Next time, Sonja said, be careful, we are part of a very toxic team. She seemed very accepting of the whole situation, whereas for me, it was a complete shock.”
“You must have felt betrayed and let down,” I said, sympathetically.
“Oh, uncle, you have no idea!” Karla said feelingly, “I felt worse than Julius Caesar after Brutus stabbed him!”
“Yes, I understand, Karla,” I said. I, too, had felt the pain of a knife in my back a few times.
“The second instance happened about 6 weeks ago,” said Karla, “and thank God, it did not happen to me!”
“One of our team mates, Norman, is new to this business. He has about 12 years work experience, but in other fields. So he finds some of the stuff we are doing a little new and strange.”
“Yes,” I said, “Been there, done that.”
“He’s been with us for a little longer than I have,” she said, “maybe about a year?”
“So, one Monday morning, Norman is trying to export a client address list into a new data base that we are collating. This was actually Wilma’s project, and Norman was helping her. So far, I understand that he was doing a good job, though I was not directly involved.”
“That afternoon,” she continued, “there was a big hullabaloo! Lots of running and shouting and huddles! I was stuck in a dealer event so did not witness this, but was getting minute-by-minute update messages from Sonja and Janak!
“What happened?” I asked, my curiosity aroused.
“It seems that Norman had, by mistake, shared the client data with a wider group,” said Karla, smiling, but with a tinge of sadness. “He realised it as soon as he did it, and immediately notified Wilma and Soon Kim. According to Sonja, both of them hit the roof, and there was a huge fuss, which steadily escalated till it reached the VP.”
“Wow,” I said, unsurprised, “the VP?”
“Yes, it seems that Wilma publicly blamed Norman, who, poor guy, could nothing but accept it; then Soon Kim dressed him down in front of everyone. After that, someone brought in the VP, and it seems he had his share to say to Norman, while Wilma and Soon Kim stood watching.”
“Poor Norman,” I said.
“Absolutely. He is a nice guy, works hard, doesn’t normally screw up,” said Karla, “but the way these guys went at him, it sounded like he has given away all our company secrets to the KGB and the CIA. Even till today, some of our team members refer to Norman’s mistake as “Wikileaks”, and just two days ago, Soon Kim referred to the incident and not in a very nice way.”
“It seems like your team prefers to fix the blame, rather than the problem.” I observed, recognising another mark of a truly toxic team.
“You’re spot on, uncle,” said Karla. “Not one of the team stood by Norman or supported him. He went though a terrible time, with everyone sniggering and pointing fingers…”
“But yesterday was the last straw,” said Karla, sitting straight, the memory of the incident still raw in her throat, “and I cannot take this anymore.”
“What happened, my dear?” I asked, gently.
“We had a Teams online meeting yesterday morning,” she said, holding back the moisture in her eyes from trickling, “all 14 members of our team were on it. Some of us were in the office, and others were working remotely. The meeting went on for almost two hours and some parts of it were quite boring and repetitive.”
“Yes, I have attended such meetings,” I remarked, dryly.
“After the meeting, I started putting together the minutes and the action plan. And, while doing so, I went into the Chats section, to see if there were any points there that I needed to take note of…” Karla stumbled.
I waited for a few moments, for her to recover herself.
Karla cleared her throat. “I am sorry, uncle,” she said, glancing at me.
“It’s okay. Do you need a glass of water? Your throat must be parched,” I said.
“No, no, it’s okay. So, in the Chats section, I saw a conversation between three of my team members. I think they were writing to one another believing it to be a private Chat, but for some reason, they were using the meeting Chat.”
“They had said such horrible, toxic things about me,” her voice broke, ever so slightly. “About how I dress, and how I am the boss’ favourite because I am pretty, and how I did not deserve the role I was in and had got it only because of some ‘connections’. About how I was always asking questions and was always delaying projects…”
Her eyes spilled over. She turned away, scrabbling for a tissue in her purse.
I got up and went to the sideboard, where I poured a glass of water for her and one for myself.
After about 3 minutes, I came back and offered the water to Karla. She took it and smiled her thanks. Both of us sipped on our water, and let the moment pass.
“Thank you for sharing this with me,” I said, “It is not easy, reliving such moments. It is really sad when one encounters a dysfunctional, toxic team.”
“I don’t know whom to talk to, uncle,” said Karla, “I can’t trust anyone in my team or in the office. I spoke to Dad, but he’s a GP and has always run his own private practice, so does not know how to advise me…”
“And he’s a sweetheart who wouldn’t recognise toxic stuff if it punched him in the face,” I said, smiling.
“That’s true,” Karla giggled, “He’s a big teddy bear!”
“So, uncle, I have a question,” asked Karla, serious once again,”Why are some teams so toxic? How can toxicity be removed from a team? And, what should I do in this situation?
“Well,” I said, “these are three questions. Which have very different answers. And, it is rather late now. May I respond to these in the next article?”
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Like Karla, many of you may have similar and more questions, particular to your situation.
Please send them to me, either as a comment or as a PM. Let us, together, work to find solutions to this unfortunately widespread problem.
Cheers | Shesh | Singapore | 19 May 2020.
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This is the story of the incredible resilience of a 45 year old woman, struck by a tragedy in the prime of her life.
Why this story?
You may recall that in #ceochronicles article # 20, we asked, ‘What qualities make up a perfect employee?’
We agreed that the four main qualities of a PERRfect employee are –
In the articles that followed, we discussed proactivity, emotional intelligence and reliability, and how we can build these qualities in ourselves.
This story shows us what resilience really is, and how we can make it part of our professional armory.
She sat in the darkening room. Her eyes were dry. She just had no more tears. As her eyes scanned the room, errant memories surfaced.
He used to sit in that easy chair, enjoying his coffee and newspaper every Sunday morning.
That is the sideboard we bought when our first son was born. How shocked we were when we found out the price!
Today is Saturday; we would have all gone to the temple together.
No more.
That life was no more. He, her husband, was no more. Not even 50, he had left her and their four children bereft. A heart attack, they said. We tried everything, they said. It’s God’s will, they said.
The tumult had died down. His body had been cremated. The countless rituals that various relatives insisted on were done. The house was almost empty, reflecting what she felt.
What was she to do? She had never envisaged this future in her wildest imaginings. In all her visions, he was always there by her side. And now he wasn’t and never would be.
What was she to do?
As a matter of habit, she wiped her dry eyes with the pallu of her sari. She took a deep breath.
First, I have to make sure that the children are not impacted in any way, she thought. Shri needs to go back to college at the earliest. Once he immerses himself, he will recover.
Chandra, too. I never know what’s in that boy’s mind, she thought. He must be hurting badly, but doesn’t show it at all.
Her heart seemed to tear apart when she thought of her youngest two. Oh, they are too young to lose their father, her mind cried. 13 and 11! How cruel can life be?
I have to look for the bank passbooks. How much money do we have? Not very much, I think.
When are the college and school fees due? When is the next rent due?
She almost broke down again. He would handle all these issues, she thought. I don’t even know how much the fees are! Shri has another 3 years, and Chandra has another 5 years. How will we manage?
She recalled a snippet of conversation from earlier that week –
“Just come over to Trichy and live with us. We are there for you. We will take care of everything…”
As tempting as that sounded, her back straightened with resolve. I am not going to be a burden on anyone. My children will not be a burden on anyone. Whatever we do, we will do by ourselves.
She stood up, feeling more tired than she had ever before in her life. Strangely, at the same time, she also felt a sense of strength that she did not know existed. She started walking to the cupboard to find the bank papers, her stride becoming firmer with every step.
Seven years had passed.
She sat in the front row, excited and proud to be witnessing her youngest son’s convocation ceremony. Guests were still being ushered in, the hall was alive with chatter.
She also felt a sense of tremendous relief.
Shri has completed his post graduation and is doing so well in the US, she sighed. Chandra is a full fledged doctor. And now, Sesha will start his career as an engineer. Padma is well on her way to completing her BA. What an amazing girl she is – so supportive and caring!
I never thought we would make it, she thought.
As the hall gradually filled up with parents and families, her mind slipped back in time. How did we make it? she asked herself. Her mind scanned the thousands of memories, sliding over them, but not finding anything that stood out.
Probably God’s will, she said to herself, as the first announcement for the graduation ceremony shook her out of her reverie.
No, it was not God’s will.
It was my mother’s will. It was her courage, her patience, her persistence, her belief in herself and in her family and her willingness to work 25 hours a day.
Today, 45 years later, we know how she made it. She started with the first component of resilience, which is
My mother is the most courageous person I have known.
I whine when the smallest of issues befall me. “Oh, my car stereo is not working. Why does this always happen to me?” It’s easy to be a victim, isn’t it?
Even before my father died, my mother soldiered through the most difficult of times, never complaining, never ever allowing any of what she went through to be known to or seen by her children. It was only later on in life that we realised how much we were insulated and protected by her.
My mother is a small woman. And physically rather frail. But in terms of her ability to cope and stand strong, she is a giant.
Many years later, when we asked her how she coped with her husband’s sudden and premature passing, she would say, “What could I do? I did not have the luxury of extended grieving. You were four hungry, growing children. I had to put aside my personal issues and make sure that you had whatever you needed to complete your studies successfully and start living your independent lives. That was what drove my every thought, my every action.”
My mother doesn’t use words like courage. She lives them.
“Courage is not the absence of fear. It is overcoming fear, knowing that you have to achieve a goal regardless.”
The next quality that comprises resilience is
My mother understands the value of patience.
When we were young, and desperately wanted something, she would say, “Be patient, there is a time and place for everything.”
When she was going through her darkest hours, she realised that she had to play the long game. Yes, everything seemed dire and disastrous, but that was now. There was always tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. And the day after that. She had to get through each day, step by difficult step, patiently doing what needed to be done, so that tomorrow was better.
My mother pawned her jewelry to put her children through college, her heart breaking as she did so, but hoping and believing that she would one day, get it all back. One day, she did.
She fought a court battle to evict recalcitrant tenants for over 7 years, finally getting possession of the house her husband and she had built with their toil and tears.
She still has this amazing quality of ‘calm’; the ability to remain unflurried even in a maelstrom.
“In battling the challenges of life, the two most powerful weapons are patience and time.”
A third component of resilience that my mother taught us by example is
My mother doesn’t know when to quit.
She never, never gives up.
We, her children, were not the obedient, amenable examples that parents dream of, before they have children. We were headstrong, opinionated, argumentative and disobedient.
She recognised that arguing was futile. So she waited us out. We went through teenage rebellion. She was there for us and gave us her advice when we asked. We went through adolescent angst. She waited, and gave us her shoulder to cry one. We went through crests and troughs, seeking ourselves. She fed us and listened to us and suggested that we look at things differently.
In time, one by one, we fell in line. We recognised the value of the values she wanted us to live by. We understood what was right. Her teachings, previously seeds on arid soil, took root and bloomed.
My mother always played the long game. She never gives up.
When we were young, my mother told us about a small stream encountering a large rock.
“The stream finally cut its way through the rock,” she said, “not because of how powerful it was, but because of how persistent it was.”
Yet another quality that supported my mother’s resilience was
My mother believes. In herself, in God, in her family, in people. She believes that good will prevail. That all will be well in the end.
She was fortunate to have wonderful, supportive parents and loving siblings. She knew she could count on them, even if she never leaned on them.
My mother was fortunate to have the help of people who came forward to advise and guide her in sorting out the administrative mess than any intestate death brings.
She was lucky to have a few close friends whom she could speak to, confide in and pour her heart out complaining about her headstrong, disobedient children.
She has immense faith in the Almighty. This faith carries her across arid deserts and stormy waves.
Her belief sustained her through the worst of times; it calmed her in the best of times.
I remember reading a quote and immediately thinking of my mother –
“The sky is not the limit. Your belief-system is.”
The final quality that defines resilience (and my mother) is
My mother worked 16 hours every day. Seven days a week.
She arose at 4:00 AM and slept at 10:00 PM. (I think she still does!)
My mother hates depending on anyone else. She hates taking shortcuts. She believes in the joy and satisfaction of doing something herself and doing it well.
My mother always believed and still believes that our actions define our intent. Work, she believes, is worship.
When I was 9 and was crying about something I wanted and did not have, she said,
“You get what you work for, not what you wish for”
My mother taught me the 5 qualities that comprise resilience.
Not rocket science. (Though she also taught me physics when I was young). Simple, timeless qualities.
I hope her lessons will serve you well, as they did me.
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Would you like to name and thank the people in your life who taught you to be resilient? It would be great to celebrate our gurus and mentors!
Cheers | Shesh | Singapore | 14 April 2020.
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This week, I was to write about the fourth weapon in the PERRfect Employee’s arsenal – Resilience.
However, we are in a dire situation where the whole world needs resilience. Countries, communities, companies, individuals across the globe are in the thrall of a pandemic. Borders are being shut down, jobs are being lost, subsistence is at risk, fever is raging and the bodies are piling. How do we cope?
So, rather than write about the components of resilience or the professional’s path to resilience, I am sharing two touching stories about people who have gone through their darkest times and found their way out into light.
These stories are extracts from www.optionb.org, a platform that helps people build resilience and find meaning in the face of adversity.
That moment that everything changes. For me, that was July 17, 1989. Sitting in a police interrogation room, my world crashed down as I listened to two detectives tell me that my husband had coordinated and carried out the murder of his father.
At the time, I was newly married and seven months pregnant. When I learnt that the man I had loved and planned a family with could do such a horrible thing, it buried my head, my heart, and my hope for the future in darkness.
As much as I wanted to move forward and back into the light, reminders of that day were inescapable for the next several years. Newspaper headlines and evening news stories about my husband’s case were a regular occurrence. My hometown community whispered. Friends walked away. His trial and sentencing to twenty-two years to life brought even more press coverage and chatter.
But in that time of darkness, my beautiful child was born. My desire to move forward turned into a need to move forward. The need begat a will to move forward. And I began to see that I had options for my life, and my daughter’s life, other than those that were crushed. I would find another option, and it would be good.
This was not easy. It required me to step out of complacency and into action. As I navigated my divorce, I had to use my voice in a new and assertive way, something that I was not used to. Being burdened by all of the financial obligations of my ex-husband’s debts tested my negotiation skills. I faced and dealt with the emotional fallout of fear, betrayal and anxiety. For the first time, I was truly choosing to happen to life, rather than letting life happen to me. I was choosing resiliency.
There were moments when I had to simply rely on a will-do attitude, rather than a can-do attitude. At times, I wanted to sink back under what felt like the weight of the world. But as I took accountability and responsibility for shaping my future, and that of my daughter, I decided that my life would be a life of victory, not of being a victim of someone else’s actions and the judgment and darkness they brought.
In the years since, I have found a healthy and loving relationship. I have raised three daughters to be strong, independent women. At the age of thirty-five, I returned to college and earned my degree on the same day that my oldest daughter earned hers. I have traveled the world.
Along the journey, life has tested my resilience time and again. Emotions, questions, anger, confusion, and hurt didn’t just disappear when I chose something different for our lives. But as issues arise, I feel, address, and work through them. I learn from them.
You see, I did not just move forward to exist. I bounced forward and am living.
A week after New Year’s Day, Gabby Giffords was shot. The year of 2011, which had started so inspired, had turned into a tragedy..
Gabby loved New Year’s. To her, starting afresh has significant meaning. Before she was shot, Gabby was one of those dedicated New Year’s resolution-makers – she always had a list of 10 things she wanted to achieve, whether reading more books or finally taking lessons in the French horn, the instrument she played in college. She always prompted her husband to make his own resolution, because he never would without her encouragement. But that year, and every year since, she’s had one resolution: to keep fighting through her recovery.
Gabby was shot by a zealot, who also killed and injured eighteen other people in his shooting spree. In one instant, her life and those of her family changed.
Gabby was shot point blank in the head. She was not expected to live. But she did. She survived and after two harrowing weeks in the hospital, began the long road to recovery.
Gabby suffered from severe aphasia, a result of her traumatic brain injury, which made speaking difficult. She was paralyzed in her right arm and right leg, so she had difficulty moving around. Gabby lost 50% of her vision in both eyes. These struggles remain to this day.
On 1st August, 2011, eight months after she was shot, Gabby made her first public appearance on the House floor to vote in favor of raising the debt limit ceiling. She was met with a standing ovation and accolades from her fellow members of Congress.
On 22nd January, 2012, Gabby announced that she would resign from her congressional seat in order to concentrate on her recovery, but promised to return to public service in the future.
Over the past years, Gabby has gone through intensive rehabilitation treatments. Her surgeon noted that Gabby’s recovery was long, arduous and tiring, and expressed amazement at her progress.
Even through all the pain and trauma, Gabby opened her heart and home to everyone who wanted to talk to her. She refuses to give up, and stills sees the world in a positive light. Gabby runs a political action committee “Giffords: Courage to Fight Gun Violence.” She is still a vital politician and activist, active on Twitter and working passionately to give voice to millions of regular Americans who desire gun control and safety.
It’s coming on nine years now. And in that time, Gabby and her husband Mark have learned a lot.
“You may find that after times of tragedy or struggle, your cherished traditions change,” says Mark. “Some may disappear. Others may just need to wait, for now. But if you leave yourself open to them, new ones will appear – and you’ll find causes for celebration and types of resolve that you may not have otherwise imagined…”
As we see from the above stories, resilience is the hard fought ability to bounce back from tough situations. Resilience is about NOT becoming a victim of helplessness and angst.
So often, we go through such horrible situations that it seems impossible to come out strong on the other end. But resilience allows us to just this. Once we learn to take control of our lives, prepare for the unexpected, reinforce our mental, spiritual and physical selves, we will find ourselves living happier, more purpose-filled lives. We will also learn to handle adversity with calm and deliberation.
Increasing our resilience is about willpower, about deliberate action, about being adaptable, about self esteem.
We will discuss these aspects of resilience in the next article.
Till then, let us all be healthy, safe and positive. Let us try and help those around us whose ability to cope is less than ours. To find ways to be proactive and empathetic with our families, friends, neighbours and community members. Let us be products of our actions, not of our circumstances.
This pandemic, too, will pass. We will be strong again.
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Cheers | Shesh | Singapore | 31 March 2020.
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In #ceochronicles article # 20, we asked, ‘What qualities make up a perfect employee?’
We agreed that the four main qualities of a PERRfect employee are –
Now that we have identified these qualities, you asked me –
As always, great questions. Let me share…
It was 2007. One of my friends, Rajesh, the CEO of a electronics products company in Singapore was in the final stages of an acquisition of a small competitor.
All of a sudden, one Sunday morning, he received a call from Delhi informing him that his father had had a heart attack and was in the hospital. His mother needed him there immediately.
He and his wife, Shobha, booked their tickets and starting packing to leave.
Rajesh was in a quandary. There was no question that he was needed by his father’s side. But, he was also needed in Singapore to close out the acquisition. He could not do this remotely. He needed to identify someone completely reliable. As he was preparing to leave, he scanned his organisation in his mind. Ten minutes later, while waiting for the taxi, he called his COO.
“Good morning, Serena,’ he said, “sorry to disturb you so early. My Dad’s in hospital and I have to leave for Delhi now.”
“Hi, Rajesh,” said Serena, “I am so sorry to hear this. What happened?”
Rajesh explained the situation to Serena. Then, he came to the reason for his call.
“Serena, I want to make Anwar the point man for the purchase. He will substitute for me. Can you please inform him, and ask him to call me? I will be getting into a taxi shortly.”
“Anwar?” asked Serena. “Don’t you want me to handle this?” She seemed a little taken aback.
“Serena, you have enough and more on your plate,” said Rajesh, “Also, Anwar has been part of the transaction from day one. Just ask him to call me.”
Rajesh walked into the office. His father had recovered and was back home, in good health. There was a loud cheer and applause as he entered.
“Thank you, guys!” he said, “great work, everyone! Well done!”
After shaking many hands and receiving a bunch of high fives, he reached his cabin. As he settled in his chair, he looked back at the previous week. I owe Anwar a huge debt, he thought. Without him, this deal would have collapsed. Anwar is such a reliable person. He is worthy of a much bigger role…
He swiveled his chair and looked out of the window, as his mind went back…
When Anwar called, Rajesh and Shobha were in the taxi on the way to the airport.
“Good morning, boss,” said Anwar, “Serena told me about your father. So sorry, and all the best. What would you like me to do?”
“Thanks, Anwar,” said Rajesh, “I need you to take charge of the merger. Can you do this?”
There was a pause. “If you can guide me from Delhi, without impacting your time with your father, I think I can,” said Anwar, “but I need to understand specifically what are the issues I need to focus on, and what are the specific outcomes we want.”
The conversation continued till Rajesh reached the airport, and then both signed off.
Six hours later, Rajesh and Shobha landed in Delhi. Once in the Uber, Rajesh opened his email. There was one from Anwar with the subject line, “List of expectations”. Rajesh opened the e-mail and read it carefully. Over the next 30 minutes, he entered his comments and sent them to Anwar.
By the next morning, Anwar and Rajesh had agreed on the specific expectations of Anwar to complete the transaction.
STEP 1 : Always set sharp, clear and specific expectations. Leave no question marks. Set your target so precisely that your arrow will strike it exactly. The more precise the expectation, the more reliable the outcome.
By Monday morning, Anwar had a list of 30 items that he was expected to oversee and complete.
He spent the first half of the day at the whiteboard. He wrote out all the items and arranged them in order of what needed to be completed first, what items followed which, the estimated amount of time each item needed and the resources required for each.
Then, he then went to speak to Serena.
“Serena, I need your help,” he said, “could you give your advice?”
“Of course, Anwar,” said Serena. For the next 2 hours, they spent time discussing the plan on the whiteboard. Serena made suggestions and changes, and by 3:00 PM, both had agreed on the plan and the priorities.
Serena then called for a meeting and invited 4 colleagues. Over the course of another 2 hours, the ‘task force’ went through the plan, the actions and who would do what, by when.
At the end of the meeting, Serena asked each member of the team whether they had any concerns or issues, and resolved the few that came up.
The task force was ready. They agreed that they would meet every morning at 8:30 AM to carry out a review and plan the activities for the day.
STEP 2 : Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance. As Abraham Lincoln said, “Give me six hours to chop down a tree, and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.” The better the preparation, the more reliable the result.
Before leaving for the day, Anwar sent the detailed plan to Rajesh. He then asked for a call.
Anwar then called the lawyers and bankers involved in the deal and informed them of the situation. They agreed that they would meet the next day at 10:00 AM at Anwar’s office and discuss the plan.
Rajesh called Anwar after dinner. Anwar took Rajesh through the plan, the people in the task force, the timelines and the areas of concern.
Rajesh asked a few questions, but could not find anything amiss. Anwar and Rajesh agreed to have two catch-up calls every day, one at lunch time and one just after dinner.
Rajesh informed Anwar that he had already spoken to the CEO of the target company and informed him of his unavailability, and of Anwar’s nomination as lead.
The next morning, Anwar and the task force met at 8:30 AM. They agreed on the specific tasks to be completed that day. They agreed to catch up just before lunch for a quick review and once at 6:00 PM, before the close of the day.
Then, Anwar and Serena met with the the lawyers and the bankers and took them through the plan. Anwar asked them to allocate their team members for each of the items that needed their inputs, which they did. They agreed that they would have a catch-up call every afternoon at 5:00 PM.
Anwar requisitioned one of the meeting rooms for the next week, and put up the plan and timelines on the whiteboard, so that it was accessible and visible to everyone involved.
STEP 3 : Proactively communicate. Avoid surprises. Remember Bill Gates’ words, “Like a human being, a company has to have a robust internal communication mechanism, a ‘nervous system’ to coordinate its actions.” The more transparent the communication, the more reliable the teamwork.
Anwar uploaded the plan and timelines onto his mobile phone, as a task list. Every 2 hours or so, he would check this, and evaluate progress.
Each time an item was reported as completed, Anwar sent a message to the task force, and asked for acceptance from everyone that the item was closed. This served both as confirmation as well as information to the team to move to the next step.
On Thursday, the team were to receive a notarised document from the target company. They did not. Anwar did not waste time calling or following up. He informed Serena and drove to the company’s office. There, he asked to see the CEO and CFO, and explained the issue and the importance. The CFO and he drafted and finalized the document and together, went to a nearby notary and notarized the document. Anwar thanked the CFO and returned to his office with the required document.
By Friday, 26 of the 30 items were completed. Anwar filed documented evidence of each closure in a folder in his desk drawer. The morning meeting was full of anticipation – the finish line was near!
By late Friday evening, all the items were closed. All that remained was the formal signing. Anwar reported to Serena and together, they called Rajesh and updated him of progress.
Rajesh, in his turn, gave them an update of his situation. His father was better, but he needed to stay in Delhi till Monday evening. They agreed that Serena would be the authorized signatory for the signing. After the call, Rajesh and Serena got onto a call with the CEO of the target company and informed him that Serena would preside over the signing ceremony.
On Monday, Serena signed the deal. Anwar stood behind her, a sense of relief and achievement writ large on his face.
STEP 4 : Initiative and closure are the bookends of reliability and success. The best way to finish strong is to start strong. The more the initiative, the more reliable the closure.
Being reliable is not rocket science. Let’s recap. It is about 4 STEPS –
Reliability is an amazing quality. Reliable people get and keep friends more easily, forge deeper relationships, receive the best opportunities, are granted more autonomy at work, have more self-confidence and live with integrity.
I hope you will be able to use the 4 STEPS to make yourself indispensable to the people around you – to be the ‘go to’ person, the person others value, respect and promote.
(BTW, today, Anwar is the CEO of a maritime services group in Singapore.)
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Lets start now!! Score yourself from 1-10 for each of the 4 STEPS. Every step that gets a perfect 10, celebrate it in your comments, so that others are encouraged to move towards a perfect score. No perfect score? Write to me and schedule a free 30 min reliability check!
Cheers | Shesh | Singapore | 17 March 2020.
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In #ceochronicles article 22, we began our discussion on Emotional Intelligence (and Emotional Quotient or EQ). We met Peter and Paul and saw how differently they reacted to the same situation. We discussed the definition of Emotional Intelligence (EI) and how this quality can change our lives for the better.
While I was reading about EI and EQ, I came across this brilliant extract from a speech by Mr. Sundar Pichai, CEO of Google, which I thought you would love!
At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady.
She started screaming out of fear.
With a panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.
Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky.
The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away but …it landed on another lady in the group.
Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.
A waiter, hearing the commotion, rushed forward.
In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter.
The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt.
When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers, walked to the door and threw it out of the restaurant.
Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behavior?
If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed?
He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos.
It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the presence of the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.
I realized that, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it’s my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.
It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.
More than the problem, it’s my reaction to the problem that creates chaos in my life.
I understood that I should not react in life.
That I should always respond.
The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.
Reactions are always instinctive, whereas responses are always well thought of, just and right to save a situation from going out of hand, to avoid cracks in relationship, to avoid taking decisions in anger, anxiety, stress or hurry.
Just as Peter’s EQ helped him keep calm and thoughtful, so did the waiter’s. Both of them rose above the situations they were in and took actions that benefited not just themselves but everyone around them.
Emotionally intelligent employees are dependable and reliable.
They look at the whole picture and act with thought and planning.
Such employees understand not just their own needs, but the needs and requirements of others around them.
They recognise that ‘no man is an island’ and put their team or community ahead of themselves.
By doing all this, they build an amazing reputation. People respect them. Organisations recognise them as leaders. People look to them in times of crisis.
Having a high EQ sets you apart and puts you ahead.
The 8 steps to becoming Emotionally Intelligent are :
We rarely try and understand our emotions. Most often, we ignore them or suppress them. But when we ignore our feelings, we are overlooking an important and integral part of ourselves. Our emotions have a huge effect on our mindsets and behaviours.
We need to start understanding our feelings and connecting them to our experiences.
For example, when we are at work and we hear that a colleague has bad-mouthed us. What emotions arise when this happens? Or, when we are praised for completing a project on time. What exactly do we feel? Naming our emotions – sadness, embarrassment, joy, contentment, etc., will help us understand how we react to different situations and stimuli, and help us understand ourselves better.
The next step is to understand the impact of emotion on our behaviour. How do we react when we feel a particular emotion?
Do we withdraw when we are embarrassed? Or do we become belligerent?
Do we raise our voices when we are angry, or do we walk away to be alone?
Do we cry when we feel hurt or do we try and take it out on someone else?
The more we understand what emotion causes which behavioral impulse, the better we will be able to actually control and change our behaviour to our advantage.
Often, we don’t like our emotions. As often, we don’t like ourselves when we are emotional.
All our emotions are valid, even the negative ones. Every emotion we have is a new piece of useful information connected to something that’s happening around us. Without this information, we will not know how to adequately respond to different situations – we will only react.
I have personally found it very difficult rationally evaluating and accepting my emotions. For many years, I have practiced letting negative emotions surface and connecting them to what is happening around and to me. By doing so, I have learnt my ‘hot buttons’ and ‘triggers’. Today, I am better equipped to know what emotion triggers which reaction in me, and to consciously try and plan my response.
We cannot control the emotions we feel, but we can decide how we respond to them. If I have an issue with lashing out in anger or shutting down when I am hurt, and I know this, I can start planning how I should behave differently. The next time I am angry, I recognise this and I say to myself – from past experience I have learnt that lashing out only makes things worse; let me take a walk for a few minutes and calm down and then come back and respond with a cooler mind.
By understanding our emotions and our past behaviour patterns, instead of letting our emotions overwhelm us, we can decide how we will behave.
So when something negative happens in our life, let us take a moment to feel our emotions. Once the initial wave has passed, let us make a conscious decision to communicate our feelings in a calm manner, rather than lashing out or walking out.
Much of the time, our reactions are an outcome of ignorance. Often, when we are faced with situations or events, we don’t know what we want the outcome to be. This is because we don’t know what we want and why.
When I was younger, I would get enraged when people did not listen to my ideas. This would lead to my becoming increasingly aggressive, which would then push people even further away.
After years of introspection, I realised that one of my innermost needs was to be seen as innovative. I realised that when people did not heed my ideas, I felt rejected. Gradually, I realised that this was not their fault, but mine. Over time, I modified the intensity of this craving. As this happened, I realised that when I began placing my ideas on the table without desperation or aggression, they had a much better chance of being accepted.
The more we understand our needs and desires, the better we are able to manage the way we communicate and respond.
Being open to ideas and inputs is a critical aspect of EQ. When our minds are open through understanding and internal reflection, we find it easier to deal with conflicts in a calm and self-assured manner.
Often, even today, I find myself believing that there is only one ‘right’ way to do certain things. The moment I believe this, I have narrowed my mind. I find myself rejecting any new inputs or ideas, and getting angry and frustrated when others don’t accept ‘my way’.
Every time this has happened, it has led to unhappy outcomes. By keeping our minds open, we find ourselves more socially aware and open to new possibilities. We are more receptive and understand others better, leading to better and more agreeable outcomes.
An important aspect of EQ is to be able to recognize how other people are feeling. To do this, we need to ‘listen actively’, really paying attention to what people are saying, to their body language, to their microexpressions. The more we understand their feelings, their reactions and their mindsets, the better our interactions and communication with them.
To improve our empathy, we need to put ourselves in other people’s shoes. We need to think about how we would feel if we were in their situation. We need to imagine how it must be to go through the experiences they are encountering and what might alleviate some of their hardship in terms of support and care.
Empathy allows us to be truly interested in what people are saying, so that we can respond in a sensitive and helpful way, thus adding value to them in their time of need.
And finally, we need to understand our effect on the people around us. Do we make people happy? Or do we make them nervous? Are we inclusive? Or do we exclude?
We need to identify these patterns. Do I tend to pick fights with my loved ones? Do people tend to close up a bit when I am around? If so, I need to change my attitude, approach and behaviour so that I can have a better emotional effect on people.
I try and ask my family and trusted friends what they think about my impact on them and their feelings. I ask them to tell me the areas I need to improve in. (This list is long and is a work in progress!) By doing so, I am able to gradually improve the impact of my behaviour on their lives.
Being Emotionally Intelligent is more than about doing well in your career.
Having a high EQ makes you more positive, more accessible, more likeable and more reliable.
I hope you are able to use these eight steps to find your path to a life full of contentment and satisfaction and inner peace.
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If you believe your EQ stands apart, pat yourself on the back, click like and comment, “YES!”. If you do not believe so, let’s start our journey together today.
Cheers | Shesh | Singapore | 03 March 2020.
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In #ceochronicles article 22, we asked, ‘What qualities make up a perfect employee?’
We listed out the four main qualities of a PERRfect employee are –
Once we identified these qualities, you asked, sometimes nicely and sometimes impatiently,
Many years ago, I asked these very same questions! The answers changed my life in more ways than I ever imagined…
To answer first the question,
We don’t need to look too far away or too far back.
“Singapore Government raises DORSCON Level to Orange!” said the headline.
“This is terrible!” he screamed at his wife. “We will run out of food and essentials! There is no place to run! We need to barricade ourselves! We need to protect ourselves! How can God do this to us? It must be all those nasty immigrants!”
By the end of the day, Peter and his wife,
Purchased as many noodles packets (200) and as much rice (50 kgs) as they could and stocked up on 40 cartons of bottled water.
Bought as many toilet paper rolls as possible.
Obtained (from a grey market source) 2,000 face masks.
Obtained (from the same grey market source) 60 bottles of hand sanitiser.
Had fights with all the shops and markets they went to, when they were told that there is a limit on the number of items they could purchase.
Carried all their purchases from the car to their apartment in suitcases so that no one would know what or how much they had.
In the coming days, Peter spent his time avidly following social media stories and news and becoming more worried and scared. He also forwarded and shared many scary stories and anecdotes with everyone he knew.
Two days later, he heard that one of the apartments in his condo had a suspected case. He told his wife, and they agreed that they would not go anywhere near that apartment (or that block!).
When one of his neighbours mentioned on WhatsApp that he had run out of masks, Peter sent out a message saying that he, too, had run out of masks and sanitiser.
When his neighbours put together a watch group to sanitise the elevators and common areas, Peter smiled grimly and waited for them to fall sick.
“Singapore Government raises DORSCON Level to Orange!” said the headline.
“This is terrible!” he said to his wife. “This is going to affect all of us individually and as a country. I hope we will be able to work together to deal with this problem calmly.”
“What should we do,” his wife asked. “Do we need to hurry and buy masks and food?”
“Let’s first understand the situation properly,” said Paul.
Over the next few days, Paul and his wife,
Spoke to all their relatives and friends, and assured them that all would be fine.
Read as much as they could about the Corona Virus and its spread and impacts.
Shared relevant information with their networks to calm some of their friends down.
Evaluated what they had at home and calculated that they had enough for a week, or even two weeks if they were economical.
Visited the family of a suspected case in their condo, and offered their help.
Helped put together a watch group to disinfect the elevators and common areas.
Shared their extra stock of masks and hand sanistiser with a neighbour who had run out.
Continued to stay in touch with their friends and relatives, asking if anyone needed help.
Paul, even though in the exact same situation as Peter, acted differently.
He was self-aware. He did not panic or give in to fear.
Paul controlled his emotions. He did not react without thought.
Paul knew what he wanted and why. He planned the way forward.
He cared. And looked beyond himself.
He recognized others’ needs and helped. He stepped up and added value.
This is the essence of Emotional Intelligence. Our ability to know ourselves, control ourselves, understand our and others’ motivations, empathise and care.
Who would you prefer as a neighbour or a colleague or as a boss?
I know that I would much rather have Paul, any day, any where, any time.
As we saw, in the stark difference between Peter and Paul, Emotional Intelligence helps you be calm, serene and thoughtful, even in the most dire of situations.
Emotionally intelligent employees are dependable and reliable.
They look at the whole picture and act with thought and planning.
Such employees understand not just their own needs, but the needs and requirements of others around them.
They recognize that ‘no man is an island’ and put their team or community ahead of themselves.
By doing all this, they build an amazing reputation. Their colleagues respect them. Their peers recognize them as leaders. The entire team (or organization) looks to them in times of crisis.
Being Emotionally Intelligent sets you apart and puts you ahead.
There are 8 steps to becoming Emotionally Intelligent.
These include –
Since this article is already quite long, may we dig deeper into these 8 steps in the next article?
In the meantime, if you are eager to know more, do check this link out – a 2 minute video and a superb summary of the 5 components of Emotional Intelligence.
Being Emotionally Intelligent is more than about doing well in your career.
It makes you calmer, helps you de-stress, and leads to a deep feeling of happiness, with yourself and with others.
Being Emotionally Intelligent makes you more positive, more accessible, more likable and more reliable – all of which lead to your fulfilling your belonging and esteem needs, thus leading to a life full of contentment and satisfaction and inner peace.
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If you believe you are Emotionally Intelligent, pat yourself on the back, click like and comment, “YES!”. If you do not believe so, let’s start our journey together today.
Cheers | Shesh | Singapore | 18 February 2020.
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“What we want is to be comfortable being a woman in the workplace,” says Warini.
Warini is an HR manager in an digital marketing company. We are standing together, having lunch during an HR conference at the MBS Convention Centre.
“You will need to explain that sentence,“ I say, smiling.
“I have to be careful how I do so,” says Warini, “often, such discussions come across with women sounding whiny and complaining, and that is not what I want to be.”
“I understand,” I say, “I have heard the same point from other women. Trust me, you don’t need to worry – you just need to speak and make your voices heard. If you keep quiet, it is much worse than seeming whiny.”
“True, that,” says Warini, with a small smile. “Okay, here goes…”
“I don’t whether you will understand this, being a man,’ she starts, “but, somehow, being a woman at home and being a woman at work are two entirely different things. At home, being a woman is comfortable and accepted. At work, being the exact same woman is viewed with disdain, disrespect and discrimination.”
I waited for her to continue.
“You have no idea what I am taking about,” says Warini, looking at my face and grinning, “let’s take being pregnant, for example – having a baby is celebrated at home. Everyone is happy, I am treated with care and respect, people go out of their way to ensure I am comfortable, and so on.”
“But,” and her face turns solemn, “having a baby as a working woman is a different matter altogether. It is treated as a huge problem – almost as a deliberate infraction of some kind of code. One of my previous bosses used to never hire young married women. ‘Oh, she will start dropping babies, and disrupt everything,’ he would say, ‘no point wasting time on her.’ I know many career women who are actually afraid of starting a family, knowing that their career will most likely be affected.”
“Friends of mine have lost their jobs because they have become pregnant. 2-3 of them have been accused of ‘taking advantage’ of the company by using maternity leave. ‘The company is paying you while you are sitting at home and doing nothing.’ And so many, more than I can count, have returned to work, to find that their job duties have changed or that they been demoted.”
I stare at her, my mouth partially agape.
“Absolutely,” Warini says, “but this is not overt. It is very insidious. Three months ago, in this company, a purchaser, Rosy, had a baby. When she returned, her boss ‘suggested’ that she handle document control rather than purchasing, as it would be ‘more convenient’. Rosy protested strongly, but to no avail. ‘It’s good for you’, she was told. She is truly unhappy and is now looking for another job. Losing her is going to hurt us, as she is one of our best employees.”
‘This is discrimination!” I say, my voice rising, and other delegates nearby turning to look at me.
“Yes,” says Warini, wearily, “but it is couched as a ‘favour’ to the new mother. ‘Oh, poor thing, let us give her an easier task to do’. It is very difficult to fight this, as we are seen to be ungrateful.”
“So, one of a woman’s greatest joys – the creation of life – becomes a burden, a disadvantage, something to fear,” I say, indignant.
“Absolutely,” says Warini. “My husband and I have been wanting to start a family for some time, but I keep postponing it, because I am not sure what the consequences will be.”
“This is terrible,” I say. “Unfair and unjust.”
“Pregnancy is just one of the issues,” says Warini. “What about ‘That Time of the Month’? It’s not as if we asked for or enjoy having periods. Those three to five days can be horrible – cramps, stomach aches, headaches, debility. But most males somehow find this topic very difficult to understand in the workplace. We are accused of using our periods as an excuse to take a day off or to slack off.”
“I may be guilty of thinking like this sometimes,” I say, contritely.
“Most months when I have my period, I just want to take the strongest painkillers and stay in bed,” says Warini, “but I don’t. I come to work and do what I need to. All I want is for this to be recognised and appreciated. Tell me, Shesh, if you have a groin injury, is it likely that you are going to come to office?”
“Absolutely not,” I say, wincing at the very thought. “that will be the last thing on my mind!”
“We do this every month,” Warini stresses, “without fanfare, without unnecessary heroics. With what outcomes? Zero understanding, crude jokes, hurtful insinuations. Would men do this to their mothers or wives at home? I doubt it.”
“My wife would castrate me if I did anything of the sort,” I say, only half joking.
“And she would be right to do so!” laughs Warini, shaking her finger at me.
“Finally, here’s the curveball,” says Warini, “on the one hand, men look down or penalise pregnancy and periods; on the other hand, we are targets of sexual overtures. If a woman doesn’t dress up to the hilt, we are sloppy and don’t care about our job. If a woman pays careful attention to her appearance, we are trying too hard and using our gender to get ahead.”
“I have seen this so often,” I say, sadly.
“I am working in a ‘new economy’ company,” says Warini. “You would expect that things are different here. But, no. There is one colleague who comes and leans over my desk, nominally to ask me a question, but trying his best to peer down my blouse. There is the manager who ensures he squeezes past you at every opportunity. The Sales Head thinks he is God’s gift to women and makes passes at every woman under 50.”
“This is both terrible and shocking,” I say, “isn’t there a way to redress such issues?”
“There is, Shesh,” says Warini, “there is a grievance cell, but none of us bother with it. None of these indignities are as demeaning as outright harassment, and we have to work with these colleagues, so why rock the boat?”
“You women are amazingly courageous,” I say, with respect. “If I had to face so many inimical issues, I would run far away and never return.”
“That’s why I said what I did,” Warini says, calmly, looking me in the eye. “What women want is to be allowed to be a woman, without being discriminated against, judged or harassed. We want to do our work, earn respect and livelihood, and go home with a sense of fulfilment.”
“Is that too much to ask?”
This is just one of a million similar stories of women in the workplace.
Did you know that in general –
We need to change this situation. What can we do?
We spend much of our lives in our workplaces. Help make them fair, level and equitable. Level the floors, fix the ladders and raise the ceilings for everyone…
If you want to transform your work environment, don’t just click ‘like’. Share your views, your criticisms, your comments and your disagreements. Let us start a movement that will shatter past practices and paradigms and lead the way to a better world.
Cheers,
Shesh.
(Singapore / 11 Feb 2020)
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