Nearly every nightly newscast for the past six months has been fed the N1H1 virus—there’s so much talk about getting sick our personal inner computers are jacked to the brim leaving nothing to spare in memory banks begging to do something different. A simple walk outside the house has become the latest shape of home delivered terrorism.
“Don’t fear,” Government and medical official exclaim while taking the time to hang up new signs at local hospitals that read: Absolutely no children can visit.
I’m no doctor, scientist or chief discoverer of this most recent scare, to ignore it sorta makes the average Joe look like he or she doesn’t care. Look! Willie the Weezer in cubical number three is back at work with every sign of still being sick...
Who wants what he’s got? Can coworkers march up to Willie’s desk and shout, “Go home? Go Home!”
“Not so,” says business office mind your manners guru Anne Marie Sabath. “Unless you’re the company nurse, the person’s mother or manager you can’t suggest anything to the person not even a mumble about taking more vitamin C.”
Research shows people who come to work while they're sick mentally and physically want to be there less than you want them there. Current conditions of the working business world have forced employees to reach deeper into their soul and pick up whatever steam is available so bosses and leaders who never see them don’t suddenly walk around the corner wondering where Willie the Weezer is.
Every walk of life suffers from being overworked and torn to so many shreds the idea of hauling Captain Kirk to work to beam you back to a solid self is feasibly impossible. The more you pour into the career the weaker our bees become during a time when being tight has nothing to do with situps at the gym.
If being struck down by a bolt of invisible lightning is your worst nightmare Anne Marie invites you to take the dare, pick your wad of papers and pencils up and move to a different location, even out of the building. Leave plenty of notes expressing your whereabouts and be ready to run to them at the drop of a hat because bosses tend to only see those they accuse of doing absolutely nothing.
Speaking of space and lack of it…most leaders failed to notice the most important lesson taught during their journey up company ladders—success doesn’t mean you get the biggest and best office. Native American Chief’s earned their rightful place of respect from their people and other nations not by being the almighty warrior but the best giver—the true term Indian Giver isn’t what the white eye has made it out to be…where you give something away then ask for it back. Beeeep! Wrong! Chief’s were known for their brilliant compassion for all people giving over 99.9% of their everything away to anyone who required it more than they.
Sadly bosses don’t see eye to eye with this way of living so employees are stuffed in corners like boxes in the garage and or 12 by12 inch crawl space under the house—how can Carla the caller and Sal the top sales dog think about getting along when there’s barely enough room to make a call to Paul the client? It’s not Carla’s fault that Sal has incredible hearing and quick writing skills. The moment he catches a lead before Carla can leave, Sal's already landed the deal earning him Employee of the Year for a twelfth time.
Anne Marie shouts, “Get up and leave!”
The best way to create space without having ten thousand ears tuning in is locating the confidence to conduct your business in better places of privacy. Learn to turn your back on those you work with. It may come across as being cold to Buddy number two on the right but Buddy one is your household life and its suffering because number two wants to nab your client.
The proper distance of not being heard without coming across as a jerk is four feet from the nearest set of ears. Ha! There’s goes your idea of quickly running off to the bathroom when the cell phone rings, barely three feet is all in a stall. Besides, doing business in the can leaves you wide open to catch someone’s cough and then we’ll be forced to start this story all over again.
Wait! Willie the Weezer beat you to it. Grrrrrrrrrr breathe...
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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