Art Fettig’s Monday Morning Memo
June 26, 2017
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In this Issue
o Bosses
o Say Something Good
o Points To Ponder
o A Little Humor
o Quote
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Bosses
I was just sitting here thinking of the bosses I have had in my life. I guess you might say that every person I ever worked for was, in a way, a boss. It was my job to keep them happy. Then if you wanted to stretch things you might say it was my job to keep audiences happy too if I wanted recommendations and referrals. With another stretch of the imagination you might say that it was my job during my working career to keep hundreds of thousands of people satisfied.
I can only recall one really dissatisfied client and darned if they didn’t call and invite me back two years later. I declined.
The truth without stretching it is that once I and my family moved in 1961 from Detroit to Battle Creek, Michigan I always considered myself sort of a “free agent.” My boss was located 112 miles away and I only saw him once or twice a year. Somehow I managed to keep all of my railroad bosses that same 112 miles away from me right up until my retirement in 1983.
When I hear people talking badly about a miserable, inconsiderate, demanding boss they must deal with on a daily basis all I can relate to is a produce manager in the Varsity Market in Detroit who I worked with one summer just before I turned thirteen years of age. In that case after weeks of abuse and being shorted on my actual hours, like the lyrics of that song say, “I told my boss where he could shove it.”
Before this moment, I never realized how blessed my life has been without having a boss hanging around my elbow.
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Say Something Good
Caps: I was dining alone at a local burger haven and as I sat watching the cars go by a little man came in and sat at the next table. He wore one of those veteran’s caps with a row of ribbons and a combat rifleman’s badge and the cap said “World War II”. The man inside the cap looked to be just about four foot nine inches tall to me. Really a small man and he just didn’t look old enough or tall enough to have been in World War II. I smiled and said “Hey” to him and asked him how old he was. He smiled back and I swear there was a youthful twinkle in his eye as he said he was 93. His first name was Bryan and he explained to me that he was just five foot tall when he went in the Army in 1944. He smiled and said, “I’ve been shrinking.” Nice guy. We swapped stories for over an hour. We traded some old jokes and had a fine ole time. Sadly, most of the WW ll Vets I’ve known are gone now. Happily, this guy being about five years older than I am and talking sharp as a tack and full of life and all really gave me a boost. I will be just 88 in a few days and this guy is 93. He’s still driving his pick-up and taking care of himself and he was in pretty good spirits, God bless him. And may God bless America too and bring us world peace.
Points To Ponder
Leadership is not about a title or a designation. It’s about impact, influence and inspiration. Impact involves getting results, influence is about spreading the passion you have for your work, and you have to inspire team-mates and customers. – Robin S. Sharma
A Little Humor
Cowboy wisdom. Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.
Quote
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. Marcel Proust
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