Transitioning from Employee Satisfaction to the Employee Experience

We often hear so much about the customer experience. "The customer is always right!" as the old adage goes. Then the next moment, "All you need to do is read the script that generates for you. Just stick to the script and you'll be fine." And hence the current dilemma we find ourselves in: cold, insensitive scripts, probably saying some of the things that our now defunct middle managers - the ones who were once our "supervisors" - wish they could have said and gotten away with when faced with the occasional rude and obnoxious patron who decided the front-line worker's response would not cut it. (No, this would be escalated to said employee's "supervisor!)

Whether it is the work of some jack-of-all-trade consultant that advised a company to remove the middle manager's "headache" - usually by removing the middle manager position altogether in an overzealous attempt to impress with some "cost-saving measures"! - or a poorly-run outfit that allowed its personnel to "handle" the situation to the customer's satisfaction if they felt able to do so (usually without providing appropriate training) BEFORE elevating it to the level of red alert, the object has remained the same: the question, in this transaction between the buyer and the seller, is how do we both get what we want out of our relationship? At least, in an open, competitive market it is.  

So long as people are able to choose where they transact their business, the delicate dance between the business shop owner and the customer continues, with a sometimes gentle-other times dissident cadence, ensuring that both parties' interests were being met.  Now, I say this very carefully. I would hope that, at least, at the moment, everything I've said so far, has made absolute sense. It is, after all, solid, time-tested and evidence-based knowledge that Economics 101 can teach you. (Heck, you don't even have to go to college to learn this!) But even beyond what books and videos can tell us, our daily living teach us to discern when it is a buyer's market vs. when buyer beware is in effect. 

Having worked some 20 years in the higher education space, I have watched how this concept of buyers' rights have even infiltrated the education arena. Sure students have more of a choice than ever in where they go to college. And, yes, we entice them to choose our institution over another by using all sorts of drawing tactics. However, one thing that I have noticed that usually gets stuck in the proverbial "craw" of higher ed employees is the notion that students have somehow become the new "customer." Perhaps it was the slow and gradual changing student demographic, indicating that our students were coming in a little older - maybe even a little wiser - and more savvy, that caught some of us by surprise. I, myself, worked full-time throughout the majority of my college years and knew the dissatisfaction I felt in the dismissive and callous way that I had been treated by some of these very colleagues. (Incidentally, it was this self-same experience that led me to transfer and attend another college to complete my education. Oops! Lost sale there.) 

It did not surprise me, then, to perceive the resistance to the notion that the students my colleagues were assisting actually warranted - or worse, yet, had the right to expect - a higher level of service and responsiveness than had been previously required of them. One can think that this is an easy thing to learn, understand, accept. However, let's put it in context: anyone who works with youth, know what it's like to constantly be "the adult in the room" because the young person will, left unchecked, tend to do dumb things, make poorly-thought-through decisions, lie, cheat and omit pertinent details at salient points in a discussion, given the right conditions. And, somehow, just somehow their actions and decisions always wind up impacting YOU! (This behavior does not end just because a person turns 18 or 21 years of age...)

 I've been building up to a point (I promise you, I have). I had to admit, being on the other side of the transaction, as both an administrative professional in higher education and a small business owner, I had the opportunity to work on several projects (thank goodness projects are only temporary) that gave me a deeper understanding of the employer's role in all this. Yes, customer service relies on the customer having a satisfactory experience. But if we are always having to pay off our customers, we are not, on the seller's side, very happy in the relationship: because we are losing money, not gaining more business.

If I could make a case for the need for increased emphasis on cultivating, what I call "the employee experience" (I don't know if this is a real thing but it feels right), I would say this: We send trillions of dollars on marketing to woo our customers but barely pay employees a living wage. We ask employees to bend over backwards to deliver exceptional service, all while ignoring their individual needs to be seen as partners, instead of just means-to-an-end. Often they need to be seen and appreciated, and rewarded (two separate things I'll discuss in a later post) for giving you the best of them (under the circumstances of being seen as in-human, or not important enough to matter). And if nothing else, amidst a pandemic, at-home workers have opened up their homes and their personal lives and time that could not be replenished, to support businesses and organizations, isn't now is the perfect time to seriously re-examine what we are doing to truly support our "essential workers" who hold us up, and go out and do the grunt work so that we can stay in our relatively comfortable homes and home offices? Are we doing right by them in terms of pay? Are they being considered - along with the general cost of living - when we offer a salary number? Or when we dictate unreasonable work hours (when we stick to them ourselves)?

I would gander a guess that some employers don't even get that all some employees might want to continue to do a good job and, who knows, maybe even a great job is a mentor. One thing, of the many, that the pandemic has taught us is that we take a lot of things for granted, relationships notwithstanding being among the highest ranked of all. The spotlight on the losses, both perceived and not perceived, that we have sustained as human beings span from our mortality, to our health, our jobs, our businesses, dreams, morality, and even, for some, our humanity. What better time to refocus our eyes, upgrade our lens prescriptions and revise how we view this partnership that we have with our employees! After all is said and done and we return to the offices, we need to remember the feeling of being alone, of not having those employees that we took for granted. Not to say we want boycotts. That's not what I am saying. What I am, however, saying is, if we listen to our employees, we don't have to get to the point that they need to leave us. (Remember: you don't have a business without people partnering with you in the delivery of your goods and services, whether as full--time or part-time employees, or as independent contractors.)

After the onboarding, how do you engage your employees? Do you know who they are - not just by the position and role that you ascribed to them, but also what their talents are? Do you know what makes them individual or unique?  Many corporate leaders later wished they had paid more attention to who they had, and cultivated former employees who became their future rivals in business, later edging them out of the space. Because no one has a monopoly on creativity or ingenuity or even that unquenchable entrepreneurial spirit! The question is how we are going to navigate this often-tenuous relationship. We've made the transition, at least from the customer side, from customer service to the customer experience. Now it's time to harness all of our resources (our employees are our greatest resource - yes, because of the potential synergy that can come of what we collectively bring to the table) and build work places that can weather some storms and even become a legacy and an inheritance that our children - yes, those wonderful youth we all love - can come to and learn and grow in, as they become honest, hardworking, responsible citizens of our country and the global community.

Be well,

Vanessa   

 

Learn and Do Otherwise…

So many times we talk about how we were brought up and what we learned and/or inherited from our parents or the people at our churches, or synagogues, or at boy scouts. We talk about our physical attributes and habitual social quirk all the time: we got our eyes from this relative, our body shape from the other, the temper that flares can be ascribed to our ethnicity. These instances aside, most times, we do comparisons regarding the negative aspects of our personalities, habits, or thoughts. Meaning, usually, although we may honor this person or that person (usually after they have passed on from this life) for their positive contribution or contributions to us, generally-speaking positive credit is ascribed far less than blame for our shortcomings.

We spend inordinate amounts of time assigning blame to others for how we have turned out as adults. We assign others with the “credit” for how and who we are. Case-in-point, we turned out the way we did because our mother was an alcoholic, our father a drug-dealer, or our mother didn’t show us enough love as a child, or father was a workaholic and cold, hardly showing affection.

I would propose that if we spent less time using the people who introduced us to bad habits, addictions, warped senses of understanding, and the like, as whipping boards for what is “ours,” and instead saw them and their influence on us as pivotal moments in our lives, perhaps we would be far happier people. Happier, I say? Yes, happier. Because we would be more inclined to living our true selves.

Bear with me, here, as I elaborate.

Your mother and/or father were overly-critical. At 40 – 50 years old, you yourself notice that you have eerily similar tendencies to nit-pick, or to be overly sensitive to things being just so. Mind you, as a child, or growing up, you hated this quality, this trait about your parent. But somehow as you practice the same thing you have learned, you forget to think how it feels to be on the receiving end of their criticism, often unrelenting scrutiny, in a moment that is very vulnerable for the other person. You have forgotten the visceral response you had to the act of pouring acid on an open wound. Brutal analogy but is it really that “off” when one thinks about how opposite what the perpetrator must have been thinking was prior to being faced with the reality that he or she now faces?

So maybe if and when those moments come about when we find yourself identifying these bothersome traits, perhaps instead of falling victim to replicating those traits, we saw it for what it was, we would realize that even as we have lived through it – felt the pain, the betrayal, the sting, the shunning – we felt it so that we could know its effects first-hand and choose to do something different. There was a lesson in it all. If it were intended that we should be shackled by things that happened to us, we would be an extension, a continuation of our parents, or perpetual victims of our situations. But as genetics would have it, we are a totally different organism from anyone else in the world. Our unique genetic combination provides us with the opportunity to do and to be something altogether different from our two chromosomal donors. In short, we inherit stuff, yes, but our experiences are only raw material. We get the chance to interpret and move a thing one step further by either perpetuating it or killing it at the root by speaking out against it: the bigotry, the hatred, the wrongness of a thing. Or by beginning a correction to a thing through a simple act, setting a different course for the future of a thought or a movement.  Either way, intentionally or not, we always pay it forward.

We actually have that power. We have this capacity. And we possess this capability because we have a conscience that continuously cries out NOT to be suppressed about our moral receptors. Pain is uncomfortable, yes. It is not pleasant, and therefore most folks don’t want to necessarily experience it. And those of us who learn to become “comfortable” with the pain, do so only at the risk of being desensitized to what pain is supposed to do. Pain is intended to be a signal that something that is being done is offensive to us, in some way or another. Whether literally or figuratively, it is to tell us that something is wrong with our body, or that we have exceeded our threshold, or else to alarm us to be aware of some act or thought or sentiment that is being forced on us that is out of the ordinary. At the very least, it calls us to attention.

So then enter the assertion that out of painful experiences, one can experience happiness. If pain without remedy is unhappiness because things remain unresolved, then pain that leads to realization of the source of our illness, brings relief and sets us on the road to remedying the situation. And this makes us both relieved and happy. How many people have spoken of the moment that they recognized a pain that led them to the doctor, that led to a diagnosis of the presence of a cancer that enabled them to live through bouts of cancer treatment – the operative word being “live”? It was seen as a mixed blessing not because anyone wants cancer. But if you have cancer and can do something to overcome the challenge, wouldn’t most people want to? Even people who profess to have faith do not truly know they have faith until challenged by circumstances that put that faith to the test.

I return to my original proposal: that each of us would do well to give ourselves permission to think about the things that we have learned and have allowed to become part of our habits, practices and thinking, and test the outcomes of these actions and attitudes as they have played out in our individual lives. Heck, even to measure the weight of our practices by our hearts: If it makes us more empathetic, more understanding, more patient, more well-rounded and yet better decision-makers, then yay for our “education!” If not, perhaps we need to own what we have done with what we’ve inherited. Much like what we must do when it comes to challenges to climate control, and racial and gender inequity, and policy discrimination against those in same-sex relationships, people with mental disorders, and those with physical disabilities, just for starters.  The truth is we didn’t always learn the right things from our parents (either due to imperfection or intentional brainwashing). But that doesn’t mean that we can’t learn the lessons surrounding the consequences of what we do and how we think. As the old folks used to say: “The proof [really] is in the pudding.”

Lessons on Love, Multiculturalism and Community

 

Growing up in a family of six kids, sibling and/or family squabbles were bound to happen. When those particular instances inevitably arose, my parents would always say to us, “Act like you love your sister [or brother]!” (Similarly, either parent would use some variation of this statement with us kids as the situation would, from time-to-time, apply to one or the other of them that we had an issue with.) Upon reflection, as I have gotten older and a little wiser, I realize that this statement could, arguably, be construed in two different ways. One way would be to say “pretend, at least, that you are family and that you actually love one another!” Usually that tone, taken in the context of the heated circumstances leading up to the event, seized upon the need to remind us that family doesn’t hurt one another, because we really do love one another. And, yes, we were asked to call to remembrance the days before: when we and our ex-compatriot had been co-conspirators in creating joyous messes – as children will often do - that we needed to clean up together. Or shared secrets between us that no one else would know, could ever know (all things remaining constant, assuming the sibling “code” was left in-tact). This person that we now had a “beef” with was the object of our companionship, sibling or contemporary rivalries (which, usually, pushed us, and drove us to want to be a better version of ourselves), and if we took a moment to take a deep breath, we would admit that we couldn’t see ourselves ever living without them. I mean, how could we, without being deeply affected by the loss?

The other potential way that could be construed, if taken in a more literal sense, however, would be to interpret the statement in a very sanitized way. Meaning, “even if you don’t feel it, it is socially-acceptable and the right thing to do, to go through the motions of one who might actually “love” his or her sibling.”

Did you catch it? One version of the interpretation of this very, seemingly, straight-forward statement, suggests a history, a memory that is invoked in an effort to overshadow whatever emotion is rising at the present moment in which we might find ourselves. While the second context deals in hyperbole, and a person’s interpretation or visualization of an emotion – in this case, “love” – which he or she may or may not have actually experienced.

I’ll elaborate. If one thinks about it, it is much like young children singing old songs about lost loves and evoking with such practiced skill and inflection of voice emotions suggesting a deep knowledge beyond their years, such that one is almost convinced that they had lost the love of their life at the tender age of 9 – just five days before their 10^th birthday! Or, fast-forwarding to adulthood, it could explain how spouses that say they love their counterpart and would only do things that would edify them, turn around and later, in the heat of passion, in a moment, take that partner’s life – whether figuratively or literally. Somehow they feel justified that “in the moment” that they took their vows, they meant it, but later: not so much.

Today, “America” (summoning the manner in which the late comedian Bernie Mac would say it) is asked to wake up. To snap out of its lotus-flower induced stupor and to pay attention, for once, to what the events of the day have told us about ourselves and about each other. I would posit that what it has told us is that, in far too many cases, we have been asked to tolerate the existence of others, but we have not taken the time to create memories with one another that we could call upon to create a shared [positive] history. In fact, I know that many of my Caucasian and other ethnic friends are friends with me ONLY because of the interactions that were forced – otherwise we likely would never have gotten the chance to know one another. Had I not experienced the open classroom method of interaction that I had at an ethnically-diverse Louis Armstrong Middle School in Queens, NY, or had it not been for the cultural sensitivity program that all freshman had to go through the first 2 – 3 weeks of high school at Newtown H.S. in Elmhurst, NY, I might never have gotten to know and build the lasting friendships that I did with some of my classmates. But those friendships came through prolonged exposure to one another and daily “doing the work” of discovering that we could, in fact, work together on common goals (then called, “assignments”). With the experience of this exposure, came the realization that, although, at first glance, we may have appeared very different, at the end of the day, we actually had so very much in common. We had values and ideals that demonstrated the existence of a love and respect (we’ll get back to this word a little later on) for individuals in the family unit, a desire to take care of our family unit and/or community (in most cases), personal talents and skills that we wanted to explore, and a desire to do things that evoked a sense of joy within us. And these characteristics – similarities – crossed every ethnic culture you could imagine encountering. The difference, then, came in how we acted upon those sentiments – infused with mores and norms, guided by cultural contexts.

Back to my statement at the beginning about the argument or misunderstanding that precipitated that poignant statement being made by my mom (usually, although it was a message that both of my parents preached and lived … so that it was modeled for us: In most cases, the solution lay in the suggestion that we take a moment – this heated, intense, and emotion-filled moment in which we now found ourselves – to stop, and then consider the possibility that my sister or brother had acted out of a disconnect between us. Or a misunderstanding. Usually, forensically, I could almost pinpoint where a breakdown in communication might have occurred, or how I may have misinterpreted what was said or done (done that MANY times). (Alternatively, it was equally possible that an intermediary person, conveying a message, got it wrong.) Just that simple intervention, of taking us aside separately to quietly discuss with a neutral party how we got to where we were from our own perspective, helped to bring about a de-escalation of the situation and put us well on the road to reconciliation.

Perhaps the United States of America, as a whole, could do with a lesson in cultural understanding, instead of cultural tolerance. That way our claims of diversity could be a little deeper than the lip service that we have recently seen debunked before all the world. We put our hatred for one another on full display to the rest of the world and now, like a “messed up” family, we must go about the task of picking up the pieces of our shattered trusts and rebuilding relationships. It is important to note that even while we watched in horror as individuals acted out a lack of respect for our sacred ideals and way of life, and a lack of respect for human life – all that our nation was founded upon - at the same time, the waves of white, black and brown, and indigenous folks that stood together and continue to stand together in solidarity of our right to respect one another is evidence and proof positive that some of us want to understand instead of tolerate one another. For many of us, we’ve come to know one another personally. We’ve actually “get” that although we may go about it in different ways, we all share in common those rights that we hold so dear in our republic, because of our democratic form of government.

The intended end of a debate is actually supposed to be arriving at a common understanding between opposing viewpoints that will ultimately lead to resolution - at least “approaches” to solving an identified common problem. I am convinced that we’ve got some neutral folks who have crossed cultural barriers and who understand the spirit of and the art of debate, namely, the discipline and commitment to demonstrate how people can have differing points of view and still respect the other as they lay out their position. Let’s hope that some of those folks (you may know some in your neighborhoods, in your communities) have the courage to step up – in their individual spheres of influence – and hold the difficult conversations surrounding not merely compensation (it’s hard to put a dollar value of RESPECT that has not been given) but actual reconciliation - meaning, a commitment to intentionally move towards a better way of relating to one another,  just as my sibling and I would be been expected to do so after one of our “pow-wows.”

And that’s the thing:

Even while my formal [mostly, public] education taught diversity, the other part of my education came in the form of diversity that I saw in my neighborhood, as I played with children of different ethnicities on my block and on the playground, and in the church affiliation that I had, and, of course, the parenting that I received. The lesson being this: It still takes a village to raise a child. What we learn as a child, we will do as an adult. If we learn to objectify people of a certain race or class or gender, we will grow up to do that at each level of influence we attain. It is a chilling message, really, in light of the acts of hatred and inhumaneness that has been displayed on the vast world stage in recent months - and longer, as one can easily argue. But it is a narrative that we, as Americans, can and must change, because just as the tag-teamed intervention of my parents– one for my sibling and one for me – brought about de-escalation and strengthened our expectation to always be able to work through our differences going forward, improved relations or plainly-speaking “change”, does not happen immediately. It does, however, happen through deliberate, intentional and measured actions. And it happens over time. 

Time marked, beginning NOW. 

Promises made, promises broken [to myself first...]

Goodness, me!

Has it been this long????!!!! Alas, yes, it has...

My last post having been posted in 2017 -- and here we are on the precipice of 2018, sliding down into 2019 at an insanely rapid pace! All of my best attempts to be vigilant about staying in touch with the rest of the world, dashed. I run the risk, at this very point, of going on ad nauseam about how disappointed in myself I am and how I, of all people, should have had -- and exercised -- the self-discipline required to follow through on keeping up with just one post every other week...Making feeble attempt after feeble attempt expressing how, try as I might, everything seemed to get in the way of my writing, interfering with my very BEST intentions to do the right thing: to do what I was meant to do - that is, share the practical wisdom that I had acquired from my travels amidst my journeys in the professional work world.

BUT...I'm not going to do that (liked that curve-ball, didn't ya?). Seems like a wasted sentiment, really - especially since I will never be able to: 1) fully verbalize all that has happened to me over the past 12 months, and 2) make you, the reader, fully understand why it was a big deal in the first place. It's simple, really. My experiences are mine and mine alone. You weren't there. You don't know the backstory, you don't know the players in the game, and it's impossible for you to know their influence, therefore, in assigning the significance to what happened to me that I did. In short: Based on my subjectivity in this situation, and my unwillingness to even begin to explain what my reality has been, to you, I may, very well, have no acceptable excuse for my delinquency.

Humph. Sounds a little flimsy to you? Maybe a little flippant and nonchalant and unconcerned about how I sound and look in your eyes? Well, that's my point exactly. How many times have we as managers, or supervisors, or committee chairpersons - heck, even just co-workers - been on the receiving end of one such situation: Our co-worker or employee provides no acceptable excuse for having been absent or MIA (missing-in-action) when we expected and often needed them to show up? At the moment, it seems as though there could be no less reasonable an occurrence and we are more than willing to meet such insolent disrespect with write-ups and or immediate dismissals, resulting from recidivous behavior. Yet, when was the last time that we spent a little time to actually "talk" with the offender, to attempt to get at the bottom of the matter creating the undesirable behavior in the first place?

Is it possible that we are approaching human management incorrectly, erring on the side of either giving offenders cart blanche or else no-leeway-at-all? Living in an era and time during which the "me" - not to mention the "me too" - generation is so prevalent and political correctness is inspired by our hyper-sensitivities, it can be extremely difficult to navigate the "people management" waters. One wrong comment can potentially mean an unwelcome invitation to the Human Resources Division. However, there are ways to tactfully broach those difficult topics - namely, asking, "what's going on?"

Simply put, for all of the reasons that make it scary to ask questions, there are a million-and-one other reasons why you can't afford NOT to ask your employee what is going on in their minds, what is causing such disruption in his or her life. Blame it on being a human being, trying to connect with someone that you spend most of your working hours in the same general vicinity of. Blame it on concern for the work environment and productivity (motivation, or even the mental health of your employee and, potentially, that of his or her co-workers). The point is that it SHOULD matter that one of your teammates is not showing up. It SHOULD matter that your organization is not operating at a minimum of 80% capacity productivity. It should matter because every contribution that is made by every part of your organization contributes to its functioning, its success. And if it DOES matter, then we hold those difficult conversations - even if we have to do it in the company of the HR staff, or having first discussed the situation with HR. If it DOES matter, instead of resorting to the grade-school automatic response so many of us used to experience - being branded a trouble-maker simply because the teacher didn't take the time to understand what was really going on with us - we might invest as much time training to understand the psychological challenges facing employees as we do in trying to improve process efficiencies and/or upgrading our technology.

I would submit that, just perhaps, that troubled employee may feel as bad about not showing up for you at work, as they do for not being able to show up for themselves in some other area of his or her life. After all, besides the frustration that can come from having personal or familial issues preventing us from doing what we often expect to be able to do on any ordinary day, mental health issues, such as depression and other mental illnesses, are increasingly becoming widely-recognized as conditions severely impacting the American, and indeed the global, workplace. Upon closer inspection, it may be that he or she, like myself, may feel just horrible about his or her disappointing behavior. It may not have been premeditated, and sometimes it couldn't have been helped because they had a problem they just couldn't talk about at the time (depression can seriously cause some folks into a sort of paralysis). 

We've heard it so many times, by now: the problem of social media making us less personal, less connected with our fellow man, in general. I'm not quite sure social media should bear all of the blame for this. Maybe, even taken from the vantage point of work, I think the sentiment may not be that far off message: Maybe we need to talk more with one another in person in order to understand what's going on with each other in the workplace. Sometimes just the act of allowing a person the space to verbalize their personal grief and disappointment in themselves will inadvertently also usher in the opportunity for him or her to forgive themselves. Then, and only then, will he or she - we - be able to ask one another for forgiveness and plan how to move forward in a positive, self-nourishing and mutually-beneficial direction...Imagine what could happen if we gave one another that "gift"...

I'll close by saying, Happy New Year, everyone! Here's to doing more posts in the new year! Or being more "present" for the people who appear daily within the spheres intersecting our lives! May we be blessed with family, friends, good co-workers and prosperity in 2019!

My best regards,
Vanessa

No charmed life but I clean up good...

I grew up in a family that was living from day to day off of an income level that would have been considered just above "poverty." But that did not stop my parents from holding my siblings and I accountable to make something of ourselves. This included knowing God (dealing with my spirit first), being clean and having manners (i.e., knowing how to show respect for myself and for others), learning to get along with my family members (i.e., treating each other well and showing love for one another), and getting an education -- almost exactly in that order.

Fast forward years later, as I interact with a diverse group of co-workers and hear their tales of growing up and the richness of the experiences some of them have had, from time-to-time the temptation is too great for me to NOT pull out my invisible checklist card and compare my childhood with theirs. I didn't learn how to swim when I was young. I didn't participate in the Girls' Scouts, etc. And the list could go on.

The one good thing about being honest with yourself and not putting on airs about who you are (your past) is that it makes it easier for you to shake off that awful self-pitying feeling when it does happen to arise. You've arrived at the place at which you currently are through a very specific series of life events. And, though you may have had little to do with choosing most of them, they chose you -- and you survived. You have to believe that you survived your life up until this point FOR A REASON. Once you find that reason, however difficult that task may have been, then the real work begins!

Take for example the process of buying a new house -- rather a pre-existing house that is "new" to you and perhaps your family. If you think things are going to be neat when you're looking to make renovations or upgrades to your house, you haven't been paying attention to the not-so-subtle messages that life has been trying to send you about how change happens. Making improvements - be it personal or physical or professional or anything else - is like painting your rooms in your house, while still staying in it. Everything gets turned upside down, gets rearranged in a messy sort of cluttered way. Not at all how we want things to look but you keep telling yourself that the house is going to look great once they all -- yes, all -- get done.

Similarly, you have to accept that no matter how you wish to, you will never get back the years that you've already spent and which are in the past. You can't make up for lost time by learning everything that you think you could've know had you been a child prodigy. There was a time for that, perhaps, and it turned out that you were not a child prodigy. It's okay. Forgive yourself for not being something that you were not in the first place.

What does all of this have to do with the notion of professional growth and becoming a successful individual in the marketplace? There is a lesson in all this. And it simply is this: Acceptance of your limitations is essential to your growth. On a really practical note, once you know what you know, you'll have a clear starting point from which to climb upwards. Learn at your pace. Then when something comes along requiring skills beyond what you have, you can more quickly recognize those situations and readjust and summon individuals or external sources of knowledge that can help you address that particular issue. The point is to lose the "chip on your shoulder." Life can disappoint you (as it does for most of us), but you don't need to let that disappointment create an emotional handicap that makes you paranoid and self-doubting of your abilities now, at this time in your life. You can learn what you need to; and what you don't need to or don't have the time to learn, well, that's where networking and learning to work with your colleagues and teammates come in at.

Foster your ability to stop apologizing for circumstances beyond your control and grow at your own pace. You'll be surprised where your path may lead you.

Engaging with the mundane

Amidst today's complex business environment, the formula for staying motivated to do good work remains the elusive golden chalice which most employees and middle managers pursue. We spend years in pursuit of just the right conditions to create the ideal work environment. Everyone pursues it but most are not necessarily willing to allow their will to "die" in order to attain it. Death, in this instance, does not refer to a physical event, but rather a philosophical, even metaphysical occurrence. Unless a manager is willing to think and act outside of his or her own comfort zone and put the interests of the employee, albeit subordinate, above his or her own immediate desires, the subject of one's attention will seldom experience the personal nirvana needed to push them through and upward to a higher level of performance and, most importantly, productivity.

Allow me to elaborate. Isn't it interesting that all those many years ago, while we were coming to understand what the Industrial Revolution really did for the worker and how it came to impact American work, as it were, we remain dubious of how to interact with one another in the basic exchange of goods or services? Instead, rather, we continue to place value on how to dominate one another, to come out on top of the exchange. Perhaps, in fact, the key is not so much in procuring the perfect position after all. Perhaps the key is in understanding one's position and assessing whether or not he or she has the capability to do anything to contribute to the body of work in said area. PhDs and the like do it, and make a living, albeit usually a modest one, revisiting basic premises and massaging their characteristics and traits to ascertain what could possibly be done better. How can we reduce symptoms associated with the flu; what is the most efficient way to deliver energy to a certain type of matter; how can we arrest the growth of cancerous cells without killing the host? These are all questions that warrant our preponderance and our attention; how much more important then would it be for us to ask similar questions regarding those seemingly mundane tasks we encounter on a daily basis?

In fact, the most ingenious of us, the most resourceful of individuals engage in this level of discourse, i.e., how can we build a better mouse trap, or what app can we develop that can make being "busy" a little bit easier? We call these individuals "entrepreneurs" and we call what they do "disruptors." These are seemingly simple improvements in how we approach doing something very mundane that changes how we do things so fundamentally that it redefines the industry landscape altogether. These entrepreneurs, by vocation, inhabit a sacred space that is often subject to social scrutiny and both private and public jeers. Nevertheless, every now and again one's persistence pays off; we've heard of countless accounts of inventors, scientists, serial entrepreneurs who kept at what they were passionate about, remained steady on course, and reaped the benefits of their labors.

We keep it real. We stay true to our roots, as the saying goes, and hope that our continuous circles will intersect at the heart of the elusive "issue," the problem that we are destined to fix. So if for no other reason than belief that hard work should never be deemed a waste of time, it's important that we continue to keep up our meager efforts, ever working on our cog in the wheel. If you consider yourself entrepreneurial and full of a lot of great ideas, also consider yourself in good company. In fact, embrace the mundane: It's just practice for the next big thing getting ready to happen... 

The American Dream as an Economic Aspiration

If you ask most people about what the American Dream means to them, they will usually tell you that they associate it with certain things:
- white picket fences
- gated community
- nice size house in the suburbs
- owning a small business
- being able to take care of  his or her family/or able to send children to college

Another commonality of this ideal, is the idea that one has a kind of self-direction, and autonomy that is highly-valued and even coveted by most.

Not surprisingly, though, few of us ever reach the happiness we say we seek - even after we begin gradually accumulating these things or achieve the status that we pursue. I am writing this even as I reflect upon having done a good deed for someone. It just so happens that the good deed required that I use money to effect its "goodness."  Oh, and did I mention that I, too, seek to achieve all these levels of self-fulfillment?

I woke up in the middle of the night with a miniature panic attack (for lack of a better term to use), as I pondered briefly what I had actually done. With credit cards at balances that I did not find ideal for my purposes, and no definite prospects for additional streams of funds, I questioned the wisdom of putting myself out there, becoming so vulnerable to uncertainty by my act of kindness. Was there actual value in my creating a situation of more fiscal difficulty in order to offset someone else's? And, more importantly, was it fair for me to do this to myself?

Perhaps the problem for me has nothing to do with whether or not I am convinced of the correctness of the act of helping someone with less money than I, but rather the problem is the lack of surplus after I have given. We operate on the premise that we are blessed when we give; we reap what we sow and if we sow good works, good things will come back to us. We are more than generous to give to telethons when called upon to run to help the most recent victims of natural tragedies, rescue orphans from the awful grasps of poverty -- we even proudly support efforts to help spare the lives of countless stray cats and dogs rescued by and living in shelters. Why, because we know it is the right thing to do.

Being American is the epitome of what we believe: that is, that doing good works is the right thing to do when you see someone else in trouble, especially the children and the elderly. We open up our hearts, our wallets and GIVE because that is what keeps our society going: the generosity of strangers. Secret Santa, private donors and anonymous gift patrons, Good Samaritans - they all have different names but they all are the same in essence and serve a similar purpose. They remind us of our responsibility to take care of one another. No matter ones situation, we GIVE. In order to give, yes, you must have money. But even if you don't have money, you are riddled with debt, the mandate is the same: when you see a need, you GIVE. The only thing is in the latter situation you are expected to exercise some version of faith that your efforts will do good and consequently you will also reap the benefits of your generosity because of the biblical law of reciprocity.

Is this foolish? Some may say so, but living in a world filled with superstitions and an affinity towards gambling and chance, is it really that bad that of all the things one can believe in, a people would choose to believe in generosity of heart? Generosity of heart transcends finances; it cancels the meaning of the number of zeros in ones bank account, and instead places great value on one's intention. It reminds us all that even as Freedom is purchased at a great cost, our realization of the American Dream is not to squander our riches on ourselves. Rather it is to fulfill the dreams and aspirations of our forefathers and mothers to create a better world by helping to fill in the gaps by lending a helping hand whenever at all we are able to.

So, let's keep doing well, creating businesses to employ the masses, making great scientific discoveries to help cure the diseases of the world, protecting those who cannot protect themselves. By so doing we sustain and maintain our society and, yes, make the world a little bit better than how we found it.