The Wednesday Dread
Wednesday mornings do
not deliver the kind of impetus and encouragement needed to see the day through
with a sense of purpose and an aim for achievement.
One is reminded of
being in a secondary school morning assembly with all the trappings of a
borstal; the headmaster traipsing across the platform, slapping the birch into
his hand, and speaking in a booming voice of quarrelsome displeasure and pique.
Diktat Over Dialogue
For a gathering of
professionals, where the distinction is more one of corporate hierarchy than
any other gift or ability, the patriarchal and patronising tone of diktat over
conversation rubs everyone up the wrong way.
One might want to
consider that this manager is perhaps oblivious to the fact that those who
report to him are indeed professionals. Besides, whilst there may be a case for
certain colleagues needing some hand-holding, guidance, direction, or
instruction, the broad-brush approach to generalisation over the particular and
specific creates a rather toxic environment.
Morale and the Pulpit
It can be said that a majority do not leave the Wednesday powwow thinking they have been edified; it is moral-sapping, pulpit-thumping vituperation that easily slips into uncouth language, betraying both discourtesy and disrespect.
In the same vein, I appreciate
that the higher-ups are under pressure to deliver results, but ruling by fear,
deeming us stupid, or questioning our intelligence will get you nowhere.
We are here to do a
job, not to be corralled like sheep or donkeys into some subservient role,
subject to constant and unwarranted opprobrium. The borstal comparison becomes
all the more telling when you wonder whether they once presided over some
regimented setting and held sway over unskilled labour.
The Reckoning Ahead
In other words, in my decades-long experience of dealing with management, this one ranks, in every sense of the word, as the least commendable and capable when it comes to managing talent, and would be far better suited to commandeering a chain gang.
Heck, some of us are way past slithering up a greasy pole of obsequiousness for
favours; we have had roles of greater responsibility and remuneration, and are
here for nothing other than the joy of doing and giving back.
If there is room for
improvement, I cannot say, because this appears to be learned behaviour from a
former leader who barely earned my respect, their brusqueness unbecoming of
anyone cultured. The headiness of office is becoming an aggrandisement of self,
not far removed from bullying. Many will tolerate this for just long enough
before the blowback makes heads roll.
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