The Art of Delegating Ė donít take the monkey!
Honest Day's Work for a Fair Day's PayA lonely car, my car is, in the parking lot that Saturday morning. I walk into the building (I can, I'm a big wheel; I've got a pass key!) Down that first floor hallway I walk; never did my footsteps echo more loudly from one end of that abandoned building to the other than they echo now. Up the stairs, down the second floor hallway toward my office I go, and never did my briefcase weigh more heavily than it weighs now. I then walk into my office, lay my briefcase upon my desk and snap open the lid. And before I get down to work, I lift up my eyes to look out of the window and gaze for a brief moment at that golf course across the street. As I take in that beautiful sight, my eyes narrow down upon the nearest green and who do I see there teeing off? George, Mike, Valerie and Dave. A foursome! This does not turn me on. †
If I could reduce myself to a fly and wing my out my office window and buzz about their heads, I would overhear their conversation. Pointing toward the parking lot, they'd say, "Hey, things are finally looking up. It looks like Fred Stancombe has finally decided to earn his money." Spoken like true managers about a hard-working employee who's finally decided to do an honest day's work for a fair day's pay!†
And why do they think this way? Simply because they have taken conventional management development courses. They have been taught that the boss's job is to "plan," "organize," "lead," and "control," the work of his subordinates, and they're convinced that the reason why they're in the shape they're in is because I, their manager, have failed to plan, organize, lead, and control their work. Since that's what they've been taught, it is no wonder that their morale is up when they see me finally getting down to what they were taught I was paid to do.