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It’s no longer just a song by Jet, that I love by the way, and it’s no longer just the title of this blog, it’s what I’ve now become. I was having dinner with Carlo last night and we got to talking about work and how we manage our employees. I came to the conclusion that I’ve become a cold, hard bitch. Some may argue that I was already one before and that is a valid argument, but it appears that I am colder and harder than ever. I have become skeptical of all the excuses thrown my way. I can now say I’ve heard it all and believe very little of it. Unfortunately, hearing one excuse after another has a way of callusing your empathy.
I manage a relatively large team, approximately 40-50 people, two-thirds of which are older than me. They tell me about their personal lives and I care about all of them. I try to help them grow, and give them second chances when they aren’t doing the right thing. Some are receptive and responsive to my advice. Some just aren’t and I can’t have the same conversation over and over again in hopes of getting a different result each time. All I get are excuses. I know that I have to fire a few because they don’t care about work, they don’t care about what I say which means they don’t care about me. In a previous blog, I said I had to learn how to let people go; I think I’ve finally come to terms with that. It’s exactly like firing someone. If someone doesn’t care about work, you have to fire them. It’s the right thing to do. If someone doesn’t care about you, you have to let them go. It’s the right thing to do.
I know that now. And I’m ok with it. It might make me a cold, hard bitch, but at least I’m not a dumb bitch being strung along. Save your excuses for someone else.
These are the days. They always were. -K
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It’s ironic how when certain aspects of your life start getting better, or going well, something has to give and suffer and/or get worse. I decided to focus my attention on my career, school and my relationship with my family. Unfortunately that doesn’t leave any time for a social calendar. However, I find it reassuring to know that I have friends who support my decisions and are genuinely happy for me. So when I’m sick and tired, tired of being sick, and sick of being tired, I’m grateful to have quality individuals in my life who are there for the best of times and the worst of times.
These are the days. They always were. -K
