Leadership is "Guiding Intent with Integrity". Knowing the equation is one thing. How do you use it?
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Trust and Verify
Many times I read that Trust takes a long time to acquire and lost in an instant. But, I find Trust and Verify to far more effective and faster to establish trust, along w managing expectations.
It doesn't require you to trust your partner, since you can confirm the work is done through quality assurance.
Using the 1st law of project mgnt, the definition of leadership, and the rules of group inclusion.
1st Law of Project Mgnt says .. manage expectations .. If you do this and teach this, you will build a team that trusts its members. And. It will teach them how to communicate their expectations with others.
The definition of leadership .. guiding Intent w Integrity .. reinforces the 1st law of project mgnt by creating the norms everyone operates under. These norms.. known as the Social Contract .. stipulate how team members are expected to interact. And, if everyone is expected to manage expectations properly, then those who don't are excluded from the group.
The leader of this team is responsible for teaching these norms, maintaining the training, guiding group members through the hard convos around expectations, and culling group members who repeatedly break the norms and cause problems.
In contrast managers are responsible for measuring the groups productivity. Ex .. time to complete tasks.
From Group Inclusions, each member has a specific purpose for being in the group. Their skills may overlap, but each member may only be tasked w or 2 parts of completing the whole project. And, yes, unruly members can be swapped out, as needed or sidelined.
Members who feel threatened or weak need to address their personal self judgements, or when the groups social contract keeps being violated, will be excluded. In contrast gratitude towards other members assistance goes a long way to improving and maintaining group cohesion. This is easily achieved by maintaining small attainable goals, which produce positive events.
So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.
Stay with me.
We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.
I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.
It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.
(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)
Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.
My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.
When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.
We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.
Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.
The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.
I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.
Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”
Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.
But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.
Fear that the stuff you're getting will be taken away from you, leads to the Dark Side.
