one thing i always look for in every organization i've been with is the leadership team. how long they've been there, how they've managed to stay that long, and what they've done to keep it together. i don't look for big acts, no. they have their big names on the top of the organizational chart that shows they're supposed to do those. i look for small acts. little things that shows their true form. so little that it's almost unnoticeable, but it sets them apart from the others.
recently, we had an organizational restructure which resulted on the change of management. last night, we held a team building activity to somehow officially get to know who we're working with. also last night, i witnessed something that i just do not, for a second, think would happen with the previous management. simple story was, we had lechón which everybody loves, but apparently we didn't have a knife big enough for chopping. i learned about it when i noticed our new manager trying to cut into it using a pocket knife. it was sharp enough but just wasn't big enough. my first instinct was to somehow help out. i approached the guy guarding the place and asked where i could borrow a chopping knife and he directed me to the resto just across the street. i went and asked the waiter if i could borrow a knife just for a couple of minutes and i was even willing to rent it out. but he said they're not allowed and that they had cctv and that they might get in trouble with their management, which was understandable, so i did not insist. i came back to our event place and i saw our manager still at it. still digging through the spine of that delicious lifeless animal trying to get everybody to have a bite. now here's the thing. of the dozens of people in there, he holds the highest position, which means he could've easily asked someone to do it. and no, he didn't even have to say a word. he just needed to stare at a guy, any guy really, show him the knife and point at the lechón and he could sit there, wait for it, have the guy wash the knife while having a beer for himself. but no. he fucking did it himself..with a pocket knife. this guy have been with the organization for quite some time but have only logged a couple of months with our group. and i was staring at him for about a minute and thought to myself, "now this guy..this guy ain't no manager..this guy is a leader". and no, i don't think he was trying to impress us, he couldn't have. he did not need to. he does not need to. i think he was just being himself. it was the real him. the i'm-at-home-with-my-family-on-my-shorts-and-slippers personality. that act was so small and so huge at the same time. we do not have a manager. we have a leader. i think we're good.
recently, we had an organizational restructure which resulted on the change of management. last night, we held a team building activity to somehow officially get to know who we're working with. also last night, i witnessed something that i just do not, for a second, think would happen with the previous management. simple story was, we had lechón which everybody loves, but apparently we didn't have a knife big enough for chopping. i learned about it when i noticed our new manager trying to cut into it using a pocket knife. it was sharp enough but just wasn't big enough. my first instinct was to somehow help out. i approached the guy guarding the place and asked where i could borrow a chopping knife and he directed me to the resto just across the street. i went and asked the waiter if i could borrow a knife just for a couple of minutes and i was even willing to rent it out. but he said they're not allowed and that they had cctv and that they might get in trouble with their management, which was understandable, so i did not insist. i came back to our event place and i saw our manager still at it. still digging through the spine of that delicious lifeless animal trying to get everybody to have a bite. now here's the thing. of the dozens of people in there, he holds the highest position, which means he could've easily asked someone to do it. and no, he didn't even have to say a word. he just needed to stare at a guy, any guy really, show him the knife and point at the lechón and he could sit there, wait for it, have the guy wash the knife while having a beer for himself. but no. he fucking did it himself..with a pocket knife. this guy have been with the organization for quite some time but have only logged a couple of months with our group. and i was staring at him for about a minute and thought to myself, "now this guy..this guy ain't no manager..this guy is a leader". and no, i don't think he was trying to impress us, he couldn't have. he did not need to. he does not need to. i think he was just being himself. it was the real him. the i'm-at-home-with-my-family-on-my-shorts-and-slippers personality. that act was so small and so huge at the same time. we do not have a manager. we have a leader. i think we're good.
