Two things from today that intersected in a useful way:
Early this morning, a teammate noticed another group at the library had a big pile of work on their hands. She asked my permission to help them. Because the person who used to sit in my seat at the library valued keeping teams separate. Their work is their work. Ours is different. That was the old message.
My teammate’s desire, when she saw a need, was to help fill it. She wanted to make sure I was okay with that.
Boy, was I.
I encouraged her to always help someone on our big team, the entire library team, when she saw somewhere she could contribute.1
Also earlier today, Zac wrote a bit about what it means to be someone’s teacher after they finish your class. Here’s the important piece:
That’s a world I want to live in, and it’s what I want to model. I want my students to know I’ll be here. I want them to see that as a way of caring for those around them.
As I grow into my new role as a manager of the work of others, that’s what I want, too – not to direct too much, or dictatorially, but to be someone who walks a walk that suggests that it matters more that we’re helpful, kind and considerate, rather than we’re the best team of the teams.
I don’t much care how many email hacks you know, or what browser extensions you’ve mastered, so long as you’re trying every day to be a kind and compassionate person.
Tech is simple compared to that.
Today, I started an email migration project, moving from one platform to another. It’s going pretty well. But the work I’m proudest of this week is when my teammate knew that I’d be okay with helping, and that I’d give her permission to care.
- Her heart already pulled her there. It’s too bad a former supervisor interfered with that inclination. [↩]