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Bosses



                  Your boss’s future is just as uncertain.
                  When I worked at Control Data years ago, we had two major divisions.
               One sold computer time-shares that would allow companies that didn’t
               want to invest in their own mainframe
               to use a satellite computer instead. This
               business was doing fantastically well, the   UNLESS YOU HAVE
               most profitable business in the com-          AN EXCEPTIONALLY
               pany.                                        GOOD
                  The other division sold something         RELATIONSHIP
               less glamorous—data-processing serv-         WITH THE
               ices for payrolls and general accounting.    MONARCHY, YOU’D
               This business was merely trundling           BETTER ASSUME
               along. A guy named Bob ran it. When          THAT WHATEVER
               we had our monthly staff meeting, Bob        YOU SAY WILL GET
               would come with his charts and show          BACK TO THE BOSS.
               all his numbers. He was struggling, his
               expenses were high, but there was noth-
               ing arrogant about him. He just kept pushing the business along.
                  Running the time-sharing, on the other hand, was a guy named
               Mickey, an unpleasant guy with a Marine’s haircut. He was really just
               riding a trend but was so arrogant that you’d think he’d built this suc-
               cess out of sheer genius. He’d come to the monthly staff meeting, and
               when his turn to present came around, he would just pull a little scrap
               of paper out of his pocket and drawl,“Yeah, sales were up 28 percent this
               month.”
                  The president never said to him, “I want to see charts from you like I
               see from everybody else.” He just waited. He waited until it was time for
               a change and the brass ring was on the table. Then he gave it to somebody
               else—to Bob, who was now Mickey’s boss.
                  There were many astonished people in that organization, namely a
               whole army of fraternity types who’d tied their careers to Mickey because
               his numbers were so outstanding. They’d spent 10 years following him,



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