I was thinking about management as I vacuumed today. Crazy, I know. (Some of you are likely thinking, "Hey, Lisa, get a life!") Stick with me....
We have 4 dogs and a cat. Hair, hair, everywhere. One of the dogs has a husky's double coat, so that's five dogs worth of hair. Ten seconds after we vacuum we are covered in hair again.
The vacuum is important. Up until about a week ago we had an Oreck. It had done a pretty good job for three years but finally died. Pretty good performance given our unique circumstances. We thought about getting another Oreck, but something deep down inside of me longed for more suction.
I wondered if the stories could possibly be true. Might the Dyson commercials starring the exotic geek man (a sexy combination) have even a fraction of truth? Bill and I discussed the options and decided to give the Dyson a try.
Even though it is considerably larger and clunkier than our Oreck, the Dyson is an engineering and design marvel. I had to empty the spacious canister twice after doing the living room. This told me two things. One: The Dyson sucks. Two: The Oreck didn't. My skin got itchy just thinking about all the dirt, hair, dander, and microorganisms that the Oreck never picked up.
Today I vacuumed my office. I should mention that the Dyson runs relatively quiet for a vacuum and whispers in relation to its power. The cat freaked less than she used to when I powered up the Oreck. Today while cleaning my office, I accidentally sucked up a rope. That's right, a rope. It is about 1/3 inch wide, 5 feet long, with knots on either end. I use it to play with the cat. When I sucked it up I screamed because I was sure that it would clog and perhaps blow up the Dyson.
I turned it off and surveyed the damage. There was no damage. In fact, the rope was collected at the top of the canister near an opening. I did not even need to empty the canister to get it out. There's a trap door for just these things. Dyson knew I was going to suck up the rope and designed for it. Every vacuum I have ever owned would have smoked and melted with that rope inside.
It just works properly.
Here's where my thoughts shifted to management. Yes - I thought - this is the way things ought to work. Same thing at the office. If it is working properly and you accidentally suck up a rope, there is a plan and everything is fine.
The Dyson also has a handy thingamajig for doing corners and furniture and lots of other design and engineering features that makes it worth the extra cash. One more thing - a longer cord. Just smart stuff. I was in the presence of greatness today when I vacuumed.
What would work be like if you felt that way about your manager? If your employees felt that way about you? There's a sense of peace, confidence, and yes, even awe. Great managers are mystical magical beings. Like the Dyson, they work properly.
How did the Dyson get to be so good and can we learn something from them about how to be a great manager? What questions did their engineers and designers explore that lead to end product? One thing that is apparent is that they held themselves to a high standard.
Come hell or high water this is going to be a great place to work that produces amazing results. Period. What if you started there? How would that change your decisions, actions, and conversations?
Is your manager a Dyson? Are you a Dyson? What if you were so good that you had an exotic geek man spinning your praises on TV? I would think I had died and gone to heaven.....
I just think things should work properly.