On most weekdays my husband calls me during my lunch hour. The other day, as we spoke I was describing a particular challenge I faced at work. I have a manager who is quite a character, and and whose humor is not necessarily appreciated by the company’s CIO – as the CIO himself has expressed to me on more than one occasion.
The CIO had acquired some luxury box seats to a baseball game and broadcast an invitation to the IS staff advising that anyone interested might sign up with his assistant; of course, my manager was one of the first to respond. I was not interested in attending the game myself, so I did not respond. By the time I learned that my quirky manager would be part of the group, all available seats had been filled. I explained to my husband that I was worried, and that I had begged a colleague who would be of the party to keep an eye on my manager and see that he remained outside of any contraversy.
My husband then shared these wise words:
Being a manager is like being a recovering alcoholic. You need to repeat the serenity prayer or you will never sleep again.