Seek out people to inspire you to get the job done…

Since March I’ve been privileged to be working on a project which aims to make my department not only a fabulous place to work but also an environment where people want to come to work every day.

Trust me, this project has been challenging.

It involves many intangibles. People issues. Dealing with culture. Team dynamics. A lot of ‘fuzzy’ issues that you can’t exactly put your finger on, but you know they exist.

As the months have gone by, the project has lost traction and as team member’s workloads have increased, the project unfortunately has taken a back seat. There appeared to be a lack of commitment as meetings started to drop out of diaries and initial plans fell by the way side.

This week, the team re-convened and set out with a renewed commitment to getting things done.

Something was different. The team dynamic had changed. A new team member had joined the project. She sat in our first meeting dead quiet, not saying a word, just listening (note to self: learn this skill).

However, today, she came to sit at my desk and we started talking about the project. Within 20 minutes, she had inspired me with over 10 different ideas. Simple ideas, but awesome ones! I couldn’t contain myself at all the amazing possibilities that exist and what we could be capable of achieving and more than anything, what it would mean for my colleagues!  It’s going to be so awesome!

But what amazed me more is that we had been working on this project for so many months, and it took one person, with fresh eyes and enthusiasm like I’ve never seen before to pull it all together.

I smell success. I smell fun! I cannot wait to get this going. But more than anything, I cannot wait to start working with her! She’s such an inspiration that you don’t often find every day!

I urge you to seek out people like her. They can make all the difference.

Lessons from weaver birds about perfection

The weaver birds and I have a special relationship. I feed them and in turn, they give me hours of pleasure as they fill my garden with loud nattering and allow me to get close and watch them eat and ruffle their feathers in my water fountain. They are exquisite little creatures.

I have been feeding them for 8 years now and it’s only been in the last 2 years that they’ve attempted to build their nests in the trees of my garden. I know it’s only temporary because what I’ve witnessed in the past is that the female bird is never happy and always breaks the nests into millions of messy pieces after she’s inspected it.

She reminds me a bit of myself…

Lately I’ve realised that I do not give myself enough credit – not at work or with my running. Unless it’s perfect, I am unhappy.

I am way too critical of my projects at work and always think I could’ve done better. When praise is due my way, I tend to brush it off and don’t take any credit for my own work. It makes me feel uncomfortable.

The worst flaw is that instead of promoting myself and my knowledge, I downplay it. I tend to use words such as, “We did this and that” instead of “I did it all.” I see people around me who are beaming with über confidence when talking about themselves and their achievements.

I need to be more like them because deep down, I am very proud of what I have accomplished even if I always think I could’ve done better.   

And when it comes to my running, I forget that I have in fact run 12 half marathons in just less than 4 years as well as many 10km and 15km races. I have managed to improve on my 21.1km time by almost 30 minutes. I may be a slow but I am not a beginner. I am a runner!

Recently, there were three new bird nests in my garden. But on the weekend, one of them got destroyed as the female weaver was clearly not happy with the nest. The grass was covered with the remains of the nest.

Ironically in my mind, the nest was beautiful, finely-crafted and perfect. Silly bird!

Does working in the corporate world come with an expiry date?

I have very mixed emotions…

Having “survived” another tough week emotionally, I am trying to get my head around whether or not I love or hate the corporate world. You see, my whole career has been in the corporate sector. I started working a month after writing my last matric exam. No gap year or break for me. It was go, go, go! So while most of my friends went off and studied fulltime at Wits etc., the next couple of years of my life were spent studying through correspondence as I launched myself head first into the harsh corporate world.

I say harsh because that’s what corporate life is all about. It’s tough, ruthless, cruel… where only the fittest survive. That suited me when I began my working career. It pushed me, drove me. I was very ambitious and within the last 15 years, have managed to climb the corporate ladder, having worked at the top mining company in the world, to where I am now middle manager at one of the top banks in South Africa.

Lately, however, the environment in the corporate sector has changed my views. The harshness that used to drive me, inspire me, push me, nowadays seems to kill my spirit, suffocate me. I find that I have become a very different person. Hard, cold, driven, selfish. All of these qualities which you most definitely need if you intend to “make” it in this environment.

But when do you stop and say, I’ve had enough? Is there an expiry date?

I was introduced to a new colleague earlier this week. A soft-spoken gentle looking girl, and as I shook her hand, the first thought that entered my mind was, “You will not last 6 months in this place!” (Only those who understand the corporate culture will “get this” statement.)

You see, the thing is this… If you intend to make a career for yourself in the corporate world, you had better be prepared for some tough days. In fact, the way the world has moved into a place of uncertainty and constant change, expect many days when you don’t know if you are coming or going.

But isn’t that the one thing that has kept me going? The thing that has fuelled my passion and made me love it so much?

Because I do love it… well, parts of it.

I choose to run…

Do you ever feel like running away from a situation?

When I was 10 years old, I ran away from home. Well, it was to the Van Rensburg’s house a few doors away from my house in the same complex, but still, I ran away. I was running away from a hiding that my mom was about to give me. We used to get hidings with a leather belt called Elvis. (written on it “Die kinders spring as Elvis sing” – but that’s a whole different blog post).

I remember that evening quite clearly. I had run away, trying to avoid getting a hiding (I can’t remember what for) and somehow thought that by the time (if) I returned home, all would be forgiven and forgotten. But that wasn’t meant to be. My mom was patiently waiting for me.

It started to get dark and I sat outside on the wall in the garden, not knowing what to do. Eventually I began to weight up my options. Would it be better to sit it out? Would I be able to survive a whole evening on my own (without supper or a jersey) or would it be easier just to go home and face the music?

Eventually my sister came to fetch me and said, “You might as well come home, get your hiding over and done with so we can all go to bed!” She was right. I had to face it. Which I did…

These days, I feel like that little girl again…

I sit at my desk at work, surrounded by talented individuals who are bogged down with a negative vibe, battling office politics and stress like I’ve never seen before. This time around, I am not the one facing the hiding but it feels as if running away is the only option available to me.

I would much rather sit on the wall, in the dark, cold and hungry than face the day-to-day stress of working in such a hostile environment surrounded by such negativity. It’s slowly starting to take its toll.

I mentioned it to my mentor in our last session. He picked up on some of my anxiety and said,

“Bron, don’t run away just because the heat in the kitchen is getting too hot. You will find stress no matter where you go. Face it. Confront it.”

Very much like I was forced to do that evening outside the Van Rensburg’s house.

But right now, I don’t have the energy. I think I’ll take my chances and just run…