Being a manager has reminded me of a short story I read in high school, The Downward Path to Wisdom. It was a story about a young boy whose parents were unbelievably trashy, and he was of the age where his childish naivete was beginning to fade into a numb acceptance of his fate.
I tell myself, At least you have a marvellously understanding husband, a fun dog, great friends, and your health. Sure, it could be worse.
Another dilemma arose this week. I had provided a detailed technical requirements document to a team member who is quite an experienced developer. The document included a link to complete process documentation, a multi-page detailed narrative followed by a workflow diagram. Apparently this is not sufficient, as the developer in question carries the document into my office asking what he is to do.
Must I do everything myself?
These are the reasons why a manager either works long hours to get the work completed, or gives up and works a scant eight: trying to do the good work, or trying to hold on to one’s sanity. Rather pathetic to have to pick only one of the above.