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The Team You Assemble



                  Unlike you, the king has the right to selective memory: “I don’t recall
               participating in the decision to promote that person,” he can claim. And
               having the facts on your side will not help you in the least.




                             DO NOT BUILD AN ARMY OF CLONES
               Ever notice how some departments have people who look, sound, and act
               just like the boss? They all run marathons, like the boss. They all buy their
               clothes at Brooks Brothers, like the boss. They all write the same style of
               memo, like the boss. It’s not a coincidence.
                  The truth is that when you are the boss, it’s really hard to hire people
               unlike yourself, either in personality or in expertise. Why? Because they
               can make you ill at ease.
                  Do it anyway if you think they are right for the job. Personally, I tend
               to get along better with creative people
               than with financial people. And I tend
               to get along better with financial people
                                                            IF YOU ARE NOT
               than with technologists. But you will
                                                            PICKING YOUR
               reach a point where you will need all of
                                                            OWN TEAM, YOU
               them, so go out of your way to judge
                                                            ARE GOING TO BE
               people who are unlike you fairly. Other-
                                                            HANDED SOME
               wise, your performance will suffer.
                                                            TURKEYS. WHEN
                  And for God’s sake, don’t be a bigot.
                                                            ONE OF THOSE
               One of the most colorful characters I
                                                            TURKEYS SCREWS
               knew in my childhood was a guy named
                                                            UP, YOU OWN THE
               Johnny, who was a dwarf, about 4 feet,
                                                            TURKEY.
               8 inches tall. He worked in the
               import/export business and often sold
               canned goods to my grandparents’ little
               grocery store. He was a sunny, expansive personality, and he’d arrive in a
               big yellow Cadillac with a cigar in his mouth, sometimes with a 6-foot
               blonde on his arm.



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