Friday, February 27, 2004
Leap Year

Brenda lost his job and left bitterly. Two of the top managers I worked with are also gone. There were a handful of others whom I didn't know. The guillotine, for the moment, is resting.
In the process of resolving a problem this morning, I introduced myself to a new manager and explained a bit of my background. You must miss Colorado, she said.
Ordinarily, I might have said something nonsensically standard in return. But in that moment, the floor dropped beneath me. Her comment took me by surprise, and so instead I sat immovable, blinking, mouth frozen down.
She meant nothing by it, and she just blinked back at me.
This afternoon, my boss called and asked my interest in managing a new department being formed in Colorado. I heard the words and what he was saying; I sensed something struggling within the lobes, electricity kicking to light a spark. But my head was pale. What? he said, I can't hear you.
I'll think about it.
But I don't have to think about it now. I held a meeting, got great feedback, and posted the minutes: I'm out of here!
Post-script Sunday, February 29, 2004


Leap forward to now. An advanced degree, experience, and a shelf full of books on last year's favorite management theories bring false promise. The suits have changed, but the top one percent still play shell-games with organization charts. Managing a new department? The guillotine lurks just out of sight, a glint of blade in the dark, ready to roll out in six months, nine months, a year.