Big Announcement…

is coming. But it goes something like this. I have a new job. YAY! Announcement to come (insert evil grin here)

I’m mortified. Not because I didn’t choose wisely. I did. It’s a great company, fantastic team and truly revolutionary product. I hemmed and hawed about fit, long-term strategy and wrung my hands in front of tens of people who read this blog as I made my decision. No, that’s not the trouble. The trouble came when I walked into a book store the other day.

I purchased a handy dandy Moleskine (like I do every time I start a new job or project) and a sketch book (because I think I am more artistic than I actually am) and then took a gander at the shelves upon shelves of business books.

During my childhood, books were everything. I wasn’t the athletic one, I wasn’t particularly skilled at dancing and the whole eyepatch and respirator thing RUINED my chances to become Miss North Dakota, as planned. So, by default, I was the smart one. I loved books and they loved me. I blazed through years of educational material, simply by honing my skills of reading comprehension (I’m still a massive advocate of reading comprehension but that’s a whole other blog post). If I didn’t know what something was, to the dictionary! If I was unsure about how to act, to Emily Post! If I needed to know about something before my date of birth, to the Encyclopedia Britannica. Books were for pleasure, for learning, for cooking and for life. If I was interested in it, I had a book on it. I got a book of poetry for my bachelorette party. Seriously. I was raised to believe that books are the answer.

I’m mortified because what I need to know next is not in any of those books. Maybe I am overstating my own importance but I don’t think so. One common denominator in the companies I’ve been speaking with over the last two months is that they all believe they are genuinely going to CHANGE THIS GAME. And if history favors the bold, I think they might be right. Because look at the seismic changes we’ve had over the past decade or so. Incremental year by year and then POW! you look around and things are really different.

And what do you do when no one’s ever done it before?

Maybe write a book

 

the freaking room is on fire

Change is promoted, encouraged, fought for, and touted quite often.

Until someone tries to actually EFFECT change. See that’s where it all gets a little painful for some folks. Because let’s face it, things aren’t really that bad, not for most people reading this blog, certainly not here in Omaha, Nebraska. So change is nice and cozy to talk about in front of the fire, but when the embers start catching the rug on fire, people freak out because the FREAKING ROOM IS ON FIRE!

This is bad because:

-it threatens our safety

-it changes our environment

-it leaves us without clear boundaries

And that should and does scare a lot of people. I was recently at TruLondon in…London speaking with some pretty smart people and I heard stuff.

- Some of the brightest minds in our field come from a business discipline other than HR or Recruiting. Their fresh perspective and unwillingness to spout jargon gave them access to resources not typically allotted to an HR pro. And sometimes the ideas that are formed in that mind or on that team doesn’t really jibe with the recruiting and HR community, which has expanded to include vendors now but…

- Community does not mean the same thing to all people. Some view it as a threat. Others a glorified database. Still others a one sided, expectation laden relationship. Me? I take it at face value. And I think there are others who agree with me. During a debate on privacy online, Kevin Wheeler stated “Who grew up in a small town?” Several people raised their hands. He then followed up with: “And what was your expectation of privacy in that small town?” Posed thus, the answer was, of course ‘NONE!’ Community rules have stayed the same, but the geography is different, the tools are more sophisticated and the data travels real-time. Yes, there are motives for establishing community that are commercial. Hasn’t that always been true? But even as we make that correlation to the past….

- We get nervous when we have nothing to compare to. Our current situation (like or not) is dissimilar to anything in recent history. Even the rate of change is much MUCH larger. So many would like to compare this rapid fire acceleration to the industrial revolution or the telephone but the comparison does not make it so. We are learning and adapting at a much faster rate than predicted even ten years ago. This scares the living daylights out of institutions that have sat at the top of the heap for a even comparatively short time. For those who have existed longer, it has the terrifying sound of a death knell. So we move on to…

- Band-Aids. I touched on this a little bit after my coverage of HR Demo Show. Basically, a band-aid is a product that is designed on an already crumbling foundation. It’s very attractive to those with deep roots into the crumbly foundation, because it offers a way out. However, it’s very unattractive to those who have designed a solution or a plan for TODAY’S problem and thus need the freedom of movement to begin to attack some of those issues without the “ties that bind” it to respectability. It’s easy to dismiss something that doesn’t “race to the bottom” in terms of cost, production time, patches and the like. Something that dares to shoot for where the puck is, is a dangerous animal indeed. I mean that is simply…

- Reality, Hon. Oh reality. The slow, sad dirge of reality that says, you must rate this way. SAYS WHO? “Well it just doesn’t work!” and why not? Because the tool is faulty or because you’ve given a sophisticated drill to someone with no power outlet? A hammer to a baby? How can the environment or the user become more sophisticated save through trial and error? If reality says that this new and innovative idea must fit into the faulty, broken infrastructure that’s been handed to us, why should we accept that?

Just curious.

What It Could Be

houseThe realtor was sweating profusely and rightly so. After showing me six houses in a five mile radius, he was tired of running up and down stairs, corraling cats so I could look at living rooms and answering my 20-30 questions regarding houses, the current market and life in general. I was getting tired as well and when we pulled up to the final house, I was reluctant to go in. Peeling paint, sagging roof, overgrown weeds and a sign that said “Do Not Enter” didn’t help matters. I almost told him to skip it. But he’d gotten permission to go in and I doubted he ever wanted to see me again, so venture into the house we did.

We walked slowly through the house, the poor agent apologizing for the animal feces, filthy conditions and millions of spiderwebs. I wasn’t listening, I was busy eyeing the 5 inch thick molding, the original (but dilapidated) wood floors and the 42 (YES 42!) windows. As the realtor and I talked outside about an offer, two boys whizzed by on their bikes and a neighbor walking his dog talked about the neighborhood in its glory days. I went home and told my husband that I’d found our next house.

That was four years ago. Now we’re active in the HOA, have ice cream socials, and I frequently get stopped by neighbors who tell me my house is one of the prettiest on the block (not my garden, my house. I know my limits.) We have a huge home in an established neighborhood and plenty of room for all the kids we could ever wany (although we’re stopping at 3).

Why am I telling you all of this? Because I think we’re getting too caught up in WHAT IS. Sitting in a ruinous economy, lamenting the lack of jobs, frustrated with less benefits, smaller paychecks and broken companies, we neglect to see the opportunity before us. I’m an analogy girl so here’s what I think we should do:

Grab a bottle of bleach and a broom: The first thing I did was clean the place up. It wasn’t easy and it was a big job. But we recruited a ton of friends to come in and help us sweep, mop, knock out cupboards, mop, disinfect and rip out carpet. That’s Phase 1. It makes the place liveable. What can you be doing to clean up the mess around you? Not fix it just yet, just clean it.

Knock down some walls: Over time the house had been added to. New rooms were built, porches were enclosed, apartments subdivided. All these barriers had to come down in order to make this a suitable dwelling for us. It was dirty and you don’t want to know what we found in those walls but we persisted (in fact, I don’t think I am legally allowed to take any more walls out of my home). Do you see barriers that were erected during different times? Are they still relevant today? If not, get rid of them.

Sand and Paint: My entire family will laugh when they see this because I never sand when I paint. You know what happens when you don’t sand first? The paint comes right off at the first sign of adversity. Sanding is a refining process (that’s why to buy so many sheets of stupid sandpaper), the grit gets finer with every pass. Before you can truly change the color of something, you have to prepare the surface. What needs refining in your organization? Create a plan, refine it, implement and then refine it again.

Pretty up the outside. The outside of our house was the last thing to get revamped. We ripped out fences, attempted to control the weeds, painted the house, added shutters and eventually a new roof. All these things were important but had to wait until the inside was habitable and a pleasant place to be. I see so many trying to create a personal or employer brand without actually doing any of the things that make them interesting people, expert speakers or great companies with which to work.

There’s a commonality in the above list. All of the steps require hard work. A different person would have walked away from this big, old, ugly house. Unfortunately, none of us have the opportunity to walk away from the situation facing our workforce and some long-established guidelines that many recruiters, marketers, and HR Professionals have lived with (quite comfortably) for a long time. We have to see what it could be, not what it is.

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