Four weeks ago, my immediate management chain started preparing for the annual goat rope known as “Spring Review”. Panties were bunched, upper lips steeled, and strategy sessions were held…
Initial planning had me preparing, and delivering, a one hour presentation to our Chief Executive Officer (CEO), Chief Technical Officer (CTO) and the entire senior leadership group.
“This is our chance to shine! To show them how good we are!”
Awww… Isn’t my new division boss cute? She genuinely believed this…
Three weeks ago, things got more intense. More strategic planning sessions were held. Budgets were analyzed. Programs were chopped or reorganized. Facilities were documented.
i put together a few responses to targeted taskings. Then went to the gym.
But wait! Stop the presses! We’re getting feedback from the front office — they don’t want technical stuff, they want management stuff! We need to kick this up to a higher level review.
Cool! The “Horsie/Duckie” stuff is in my wheel house! Even better…And my one hour presentation is now only going to be 30 minutes…. Well. Look at the time? That’s lunch!
So by last week – in the home stretch – we did a complete 180 degree turn. New strategy. New “required” presentation charts. Those other charts they asked for three weeks ago? Put ’em in back up… Just in case anyone asks…
Time for my horseback riding lesson. i’ll get right on that tomorrow.
By the time we got to the “Final Friday Strategy Session” before our big “Monday Review” today? i was only on the hook for a 20 minute pop.
Damn good thing i hadn’t wasted a single minute of the past few weeks working on my one hour presentation.
i worked an 8 hour charity event on Saturday. Sunday? Took four hours out to ride my bike to a minor league baseball game and enjoy some time in the sun. Poked at the presentation over the weekend. Submitted it to management at 7pm last night.
And delivered it this morning. To rave reviews.
So the lesson for all of you parents fretting that your little hippie kids are farting around with those theater classes when you think they should be studying hard sciences, or getting trained in something that can provide a living wage?
Let ’em take that improv class. It’ll pay off when they’re older.
Oh, and it also genuinely helps to not give a shit about your own career advancement….