Role Play

This month, our neighbors directly across the street and next door had tall pine trees that didn’t survive the extreme heat removed – by the same tree service. It was impressive to watch the crew of eight people work together to carefully and safely take down these 100-foot giants.

Some members maneuvered guy ropes. Some raked up fallen needles and small branches. Some carried larger limbs and tossed them into the shredder. Several trunk pieces were so big it took a forklift on tank rollers to carry them to a flatbed truck.

Of course, the most impressive teammate was the young man – who wore a different colored shirt so he could be seen easily at height – that climbed all the way to the top and used a chainsaw to dismantle each tree a few feet at a time. That job takes faith, courage and skill.

They arrived and departed within three hours… and left nothing behind. It was a wonderful example of the importance of teamwork – and I imagine they immediately went to another home and did it all again. 

Break Time

This is the final day of my self-imposed abstinence from Twitter (which I heard may have taken a new name while I was away?). I entered this one-month hiatus as a personal cleansing, because my favorite time of year approaches… and once things kick off, the ensuing 20 weeks will include frequent – some might say ‘too often’ – check-ins about the happenings around college football land.

As July progressed, this did not turn out to be a difficult challenge. My family and friends kindly obliged to avoid sending me links to Elon’s playground. There may be stories I missed along the way; however, it turns out nothing earth-shattering, life-changing occurred.

Tomorrow, I’ll wake up as usual around 4:45, do stretching and exercises as I listen to Squawk Box on CNBC, scroll through morning reads of a few business newsletters, browse the NY Times headlines, and play Wordle for the 527th consecutive day. Then I’ll head to the YMCA for a six o’clock swim, stationary bike ride and 10 minutes of rowing. When I come home, I’ll add X back on my iPhone and see what’s new in the sports world.

On July 1, I took on one other adventure: giving up my daily cookies and milk for the month. With a limited diet due to IBS, that ritual was one of my few guilty pleasures. How did it go? Much more difficult than Twitterless. Watch out Tate’s Bake Shop Gluten-Free Chocolate Chips and Lactaid milk. Soon, you’re mine.

Strike Out

My good buddy has season tickets in the Club section at Minute Maid Park for the – in case you’re unaware – two-time World Series Champion Houston Astros. When he asked me a while ago to pick a game to attend with him, I chose last night… the finale of three against my boyhood favorite Texas Rangers. Since my allegiance switched from hometown to H-Town more than 20 years ago, I thought it would be fun to see them play each other.

The ’Stros jumped out to an early lead thanks to a three-run homer by third baseman Alex Bregman. Then the hard-hitting Rangers started pounding the ball and quickly it was 9-3… in the fifth inning… with the bases loaded. “If this next guy hits a grand slam,” I said, “you won’t hurt my feelings if you want to leave.” One pitch later: Crack! At 13-3, we made our way out of the stadium and walked three blocks to my car.

“Two Hours Earlier” (TV action show graphic)

When we pulled into our parking spot, my friend scanned the QR code and used his iPhone to pay the $30 fee, plus $2.10 service charge, then took a screenshot of the ‘Paid’ receipt… ‘just in case.’ The parking lot attendant was nearby, so I asked: “How do you know who paid?” He said: “We get a list of everyone’s license plate and it shows us.”

“Present Day” (again, TV)

As we approach our CR-V, I say, fully knowing the answer: “What is that attached to my wheel?”

Sure enough, there is a yellow boot on the front left and a white piece of paper under a windshield wiper with the number to call to get it removed – along with a note that the fee is $100, plus towing company charges, and the usual response time is one hour. “Good thing there wasn’t a no hitter and we got here two hours from now,” I say.

While I call dispatch to explain this misunderstanding and figure out how to get it removed, my buddy walks up and down the aisles looking for the attendant.

“Fast Forward” (yet another TV reference)

He arrives five minutes later with the guy, who naturally has no idea how this happened. He even takes out his list to show us our license plate isn’t on it. Amazingly, they had just called the towing company to ‘boot’ another car. That gentleman walks over and says: “You’re lucky. I was at home on my couch.” In 15 seconds, the boot and he are gone.

We get in, speak about how late it could have been… and are home in 30 minutes.

“Epilogue” (final TV analogy)

The next day I called HPD and spoke to a polite officer who apologized. “We have two companies that service the city, so it won’t be hard to find out what went wrong.” I thanked him and said: “This was just a little inconvenience for us; I don’t want it happening to anyone else.” 

Rising Up

For the past 18 months, I worked with two groups of senior leaders at a global organization. These 10 talented individuals from the U.S., Mexico, Australia, and India were hand-picked by top executives for a multi-faceted program that included designing and delivering a project to hopefully create a new initiative for the company. They also participated in two in-person bootcamps, five live online 3.5 hours events and peer-to-peer coaching.

The final challenge last week was for each group – self-named ‘Shinconsiners’ and ‘True Northians’ – to present their prototype to members of the ELT. This 60-minute Teams meeting was divided into thirds: presentation, Q&A, feedback. The judges were complimentary… and tough. They asked powerful questions, and despite all the planning, research, testing, revision and practice, both groups were held accountable for missing some key insights.

Other coaches worked with the two teams whose members are based in Europe. One of those received a score of 21 out of 24 from the ELT and their idea was immediately greenlighted. The other one scored 15 and was denied. The two I coached earned equal scores of 18… with the possibility for approval after revisions.

In addition to their substantial learning as participants, it was a great experience for me to facilitate the journey, especially from seeing how they approached each task along the way.

Now the opportunity ahead for them is to continue excelling in their roles and someday be added to the ELT – with one perhaps rising to be the future CEO. Of course, that’s a high bar… especially since three more groups just started the second iteration of the program. I’m excited to work with one to see how much they grow. 

Hourly Great

A couple years ago, a potential new client called me to discuss the SOW I had sent him. “When I do the math,” he said, “your hourly rate for a coaching session is more than I pay my attorney!” I asked how old his attorney is and he said 35. “You’re not paying me for the hour,” I said. “You’re paying me for the 40 years of business experience that I bring to each session.”

This story came back to me this week as I read about the creation of the iconic ‘Citi’ logo. Thirty-five years ago, when Citibank and Travelers merged, they needed a new image, so they contacted legendary designer Paula Scher. Sitting in the initial meeting, she allegedly sketched it out on a napkin in one iteration. When a Citi official questioned what she was charging for such a simple idea, she said: “It’s done in a second and 34 years.”

There’s an MBA-speak term for this: Labor Perception Bias. When things happen quickly, recipients often push back… feeling what they’re paying a lot for should take a lot of time.

There’s also a parable that brings it to life:

A factory owner hired an engineer to fix a broken engine. After a few seconds, the engineer took a hammer, made one strike, and the engine hummed back to life. When he received the bill, the owner protested greatly. So the engineer gave him a new invoice: “Hammer strike – $1; Knowing where to strike: $1,000.”

Helping my clients unleash greatness is the culmination of decades of learning, hundreds of hours of training and continuing education, and 11,000 hours of working side-by-side to achieve their coaching goals. Sometimes they arrive at the solution faster than they expected.

Hat Tip to yourstory.com where I saw the Citibank and Labor Perception Bias tales. Unfortunately, there was no ‘by line’ so I don’t know who wrote it. “Bad Generative AI!”