When interviewing, a question that comes up quite often and I'm sure is lied about quite regularly is this ~ "Tell me about a failure in your life." Nice! I'm here to impress you with my qualities and you want to know how much of a loser I am. Well, here goes another job offer down the tubes.
One of my many failures came out in a review I once had. This boss of mine told me that my biggest problem is that I hold on to people too long. "When people don't produce for you, cut them off sooner" he said. I'm not sure if I have this problem because I want my people to succeed or if I don't want to fail.
Over the years, being in contact with many different kinds of employees, I see characteristics that irk me. Some because they remind me of quirks I can't get rid of in myself and some because it causes me trials....more work, more discipline, more confrontation. When I look at the situation as their fault, the irritation worsens and not only is the problem not solved, I become a problem as well. Comradary becomes worse, my attitude begins to affect other things I do...how I handle situations and relationships. And certainly this fault thing doesn't help my progress with said party.
Compassion becomes another option. Wanting to see someone succeed gives an outward goal......something else to focus on rather than worry about poor, poor me. Many times people are waiting for an arm around the shoulder or a kick in the butt to give them the motivation they need to move on to the next level. The ability to watch someone grow and develop is exciting. Unfortunately, growing and developing isn't always the outcome. Yet, in the battle, many positives about this person surface because my heart wasn't blinded by my self-centeredness. The time may come, however, for some people to move on and have this mentoring process continue elsewhere.
Often I look at these situations and wonder if the placement of these people in my life were there for their betterment or for growth in my life.
How long do I hold on? Always a good question to ponder.
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