Category: Human Resources

Lifecycles

I’m sure we all experience ebbs and flows at work and in life in general. We want to hit those peak times and hold onto them fiercely before they slowly wane away. The dry times seem like endless deserts that have no horizon. On top of this, we can run through a range of emotions within moments. Laughter to frustration. Anxiety to assuredness. Loss to joy. Add to all of these shifts and movements a common factor . . . people.

You see, the same constant movements we experience personally are magnified when we add others to our day. You can’t avoid it. Rarely do your peak times match the people you encounter. Everyone is always at different points of a continuum. Within that flow, we are expected to perform and excel individually and as a whole. It’s astonishing that work gets completed and accomplished when you take into account the infinite number of nuances that each person brings to each work situation.

The reason for this descriptive framework is that we effortlessly weave in and out of these waves. Sure, we may crash into a beach or an unseen reef below the surface, but those rarely keep us from moving through whatever we’re hit with. Almost every time . . .

The past two weeks have been challenging at work because we have experienced six deaths that were connected to our company. Two were recent retirees who had decades of service with us. One was a franchise owner who built and sustained a community tradition. And, three were immediate family members of current team members.

I share this for context. One aspect of being an HR professional for my entire career is that I get the privilege of going to funerals, visitations, memorial services, and celebrations of life. It’s never easy. It is always emotional. I was able to attend three of these recently, and one will soon be scheduled. The other two occurred before I knew they happened.

This isn’t common to have so many people passing in this short span of time. It was eye-opening because it caused me to reflect on a few observations.

The first is this. It’s an honor to be a part of someone’s life and to take the time to see them when they experience a loss. To be able to share a few kind words, shed some tears, and give hugs of support is priceless. To let them know you’re there for them genuinely is the most human HR can ever be.

Secondly, we know very little about each other’s lives. Even though we’re together for many hours each week, we have surface-level relationships with most people. This isn’t a right or wrong statement. It’s just a fact. If we asked people, they would tell you that the majority of people are positive connections. We may know where people live, how many people are in their immediate families, and a few of their personal interests. It is human enough for us to be okay.

Thirdly, we don’t know that many people. When I’ve attended the gatherings to remember these wonderful lives, the rooms are filled with countless people whom I’ve never met. We generally feel that we have a significant number of others in our lives. It’s true when you consider family members, neighbors, past classmates throughout the years, and professional contacts. Even with that, you enter a funeral home or a church, and the majority of people attending are unfamiliar to you.

All of these observations brought me to a new conclusion. I have always thought that HR has the opportunity to be involved in an employee’s lifecycle – the time they’re recruited until the time they leave your company. These time periods could be short or extremely long. The new conclusion I have is that the lifecycle doesn’t end when people leave. It also includes being there when people’s personal lifecycle ends.

It’s been a sobering reminder that even though I may not know everyone I work with at some deep level, I can still provide an approachable, warm, caring, and understanding human connection for them on a daily basis. None of us knows when the transition of life will come. Therefore, we can’t waste one moment getting swallowed by the various ups and downs of how we feel about each other.

I think it’s more important to let others know you are always in their corner. Remember that you can be someone who provides consistency and hopefully a regular positive impact in their lives. This week, slow down the waves of highs and lows. Take time to be intentional. Make a lasting difference in the lifecycles of everyone you encounter. In the end, they’ll impact yours as well !!

Can I Tell You Something ??

As I sit down to type this post, I’m exhausted. My wife and I just returned from the SHRM Annual Conference in San Diego, and some time away we tacked on the back end of the event visiting San Francisco. We enjoy visiting places once we land in a destination. We do all we can to pack in as much sightseeing and local flavor that we can. The bookends of flying are always somewhat adventurous even if most things fall into place.

Each year I attend the annual conference, I am renewed and rejuvenated !! There is one primary reason for this rekindling, and that is spending time with my HR peers from around the globe. I’ve been going to the conference for 15+ years and have been fortunate to be a presenter at the last 11 years. I am geeked to see familiar faces, and get a jolt of energy if someone screams out my name, “STEVE !!!” from across a crowded hallway. There are countless smiles, hugs, and laughs shared from the moment I touch ground in each host city.

I know that I’m fortunate to have that occur. I don’t take it for granted. I also want those who attend to know that who they are and what they do matter to me, and to the lives of the people they touch. HR can be thankless work. This arena gives me the opportunity to gather people around, encourage them, and hopefully renew their interest in the industry that has been my chosen field for the past four decades.

The constant shining reality of what SHRM has always been about for me is the people. That has been true for the 25+ years I’ve been involved – through thick and thin.

Walking through the convention center in San Diego is daunting. It stretches on and on in one continuous line. Sessions happened in hotels that were at each end of the center as well as throughout the two floors of the center itself. I give you that mental picture as a framework for what occurred.

I get stopped often when moving through SHRM Annual. Having been a regular for some time, I’ve met thousands of people over the years. This year took on a whole new level of personalization that I wasn’t seeking or expecting. It’s humbling to me when people come up to me and share stories. You never know what you’re going to hear, and each one fills me with intrigue and anticipation. You see, if people are willing to take time to open up, be vulnerable, and share what’s on their hearts, then they will always get my undivided attention.

When I was stopped, the conversation usually began with, “Can I tell you something ??”

The stories shared often brought me to tears and left me speechless. I heard one after another from people who told me how they had been moved and affected by my presentations. Many told me they were on the verge of quitting HR, and then changed their minds. Others shared how they were just wandering the halls and unknowingly sauntered into one of my sessions.

I heard tales of how they bought toys for their office or for their staff after seeing the menagerie I travel with. They talked about how they found joy once again in being an HR practitioner.

I was shaken to my core. Often, I shared a hug and could barely squeak out a “Thank You” before I wept. Wave after wave of emotions hit me at every turn. I can’t capture in words how much these conversations mean. My favorite ones are people who confide they’ve seen me speak for several years but didn’t know if I’d be open to meeting them in person.

I assured each person that I’m a peer and just a guy in HR. I cherish the chance to meet anyone who’s willing to connect and share even the smallest hello.

If you’ve read my blog at all over the years, you’ve heard me state how important it is to connect as fellow HR professionals. I mean it. People who do good work are aching for someone to come alongside them. Each time I meet an old friend for a warm embrace or a new one for a handshake, I’m anchored.

This week, reach out to someone as an HR peer. Give them just a few moments of your time during your hectic week. Don’t worry about what to say, or what you’ll cover. Start simply with . . .

“Can I tell you something ??” . . . and watch what happens !!

Bear Hugs !!

I don’t know about you, but I love a big hug. I’ve always been very comfortable with hugging others. To me, this is a way to show that someone else matters in your life. I’m about to go to the SHRM Annual HR Conference at the end of this month where I’ll see many friends I’ve made over the years. Even though there will be around 20,000 people milling around every inch of the convention center, I’ll make sure to stop and give out hugs willingly.

My immediate and extended family have always been huggers too. When we started to get older and spouses were introduced to the family, they were sure to be enveloped in multiple hugs whenever we got together. This is something we’ve instilled in our kids, and they in turn have kept hugs going with their friends. Whenever we see the friends of our kids, hugs are a given each time.

A few weeks ago, this show of affection took on a whole new meaning. I had an opportunity to be involved at Kids Camp at our church in a unique way. Each year, when we have camp, they have someone as the mascot. This mascot gets kids excited, and they get to roam free to meet with and interact with everyone. I was asked if I’d be this year’s mascot, and I jumped at the chance.

You see, the mascot was Grizz, a 7 foot tall bear !! I filled out the costume better than others since I stand at 6’4″. When I tried on Grizz for the first time, I was good. The suit has an internal fan that blows it up so that you’re not even close to touching the edges. What I didn’t know was that walking would be a challenge because my stride would be cut in half. It looked like I was shuffling, which took concerted effort.

On top of this, your only vantage point of viewing anything was a small, clear circle at the end of Grizz’s nose. It was about a 3-inch diameter. So, without any prior knowledge, I was kind of trapped in this suit. I was led around every step of the way by my amazing wife. She gave constant caring directions like, “Take two more steps straight. Now, turn left. Keep walking. Wave to someone on your right.” I was completely at her mercy, and without her, I was lost.

The first night Grizz made an appearance, the kids were a bit standoffish. They were overwhelmed by his size. They would wave cautiously from a distance. I understand that. It’s a giant bear that doesn’t talk, and you’re not sure who’s inside or if the bear is real. The night was challenging for Debbie and me too. We were figuring out how to maneuver, and the suit even deflated with me in it because the battery failed. I freaked out a bit !!

On night two, we hit our stride. We had a new, large battery that I carried in a backpack. Walking to and fro seemed easier as well. Debbie led me out to Grizz’s cabin at the beginning of the night. It was then that the tide turned.

The same kids who were scared and cautious the night before now screamed out my name and ran headlong into my arms. You’d hear a muffled “GRIZZ !!” followed by a soft thump up against the costume. They started talking to me, telling me stories, and making sure that I saw them. I gave out so many bear hugs that I was overwhelmed !! No kidding. As I was experiencing hug after hug, I wept inside my grizzly facade while laughing with joy at the same time.

Throughout the week, the kids became more and more comfortable. I would visit classrooms and walk throughout camp, receiving hug after hug. The end of camp was bittersweet because I knew I’d no longer put on the cumbersome bear. However, knowing that I was able to connect with so many people (including adults), filled my bucket for sure.

I wanted to share this story because I know many people who could use a hug. Too many people are struggling with a variety of life issues. Chances are they’re walking near you or working next to you, and you’re not even aware of it. This pulls at my heart.

I know that it’s not always possible to give a physical hug to people. You should always respect people’s personal space. You can, however, give a kind word, encourage someone, or slow down to listen to what’s going on in their lives. You can give an emotional hug with little effort. People are aching. You may be aching !!

Don’t just walk by someone indiscriminately this week. Pause and notice the wonderful folks around you. Give them a bear hug of some sort. It may be just what they need !!

Iron Things Out

We all have our morning routines. You need to because they set the tone for your day. For me, it starts with a hot shower to shake off the cobwebs, and then I meander down the hall to my wife’s craft room.

Her crafting laboratory is also where our ironing board is located. Every morning of my work week, I turn on this amazing appliance and iron my outfit. Since my daily attire consists of a paisley shirt and jeans, you wouldn’t think that this would be needed. I could skate by with pulling them off the hangar and throwing them on. Honestly, who would notice ?? (Don’t think that on some mornings when I’m dragging, this thought hasn’t passed my mind !!)

Taking a few moments to get prepared for the day ahead is calming. You can focus on getting ready. It allows me to adopt a great mindset to look forward to what’s ahead. I’m not much of a to-do list person, but I do like to contemplate what I think is possible. I know that it could change within a split second because I get to work with humans. We all desire for work to be steady and predictable, but it rarely is.

Each time I iron my outfit, I think of HR. You see, my pants and shirts are in a fairly good state, just as they are . . . with a few wrinkles. By adjusting the iron to the correct temperature setting for the clothes, I can press those wrinkles away so I look good and feel prepared to start my day with a positive look.

We need to think of working with others like ironing. They come to see us mostly good. They really are. We tell ourselves, though, that our job is to “fix” things because what they’re facing is in such a state that MAJOR action is needed. That is rarely the case. People come with a few wrinkles. They need someone who will assess what’s happening, set the right tone and temperature, then iron things out. You may need some steam to work on those deep wrinkles at times. The goal is to get people back in shape so they can perform their jobs.

We can’t fix people. It’s a myth that we continue to perpetuate. In fact, we reward people who are fixers. At times, I think we fall into the trap that they’re doing great work. Honestly, they’re shifting things around to come to a solid conclusion that eases the pressure that they probably started. These folks need more attention, and we need to step in to have those grounding conversations. They have talent and don’t have to keep approaching work as if everything is broken.

If we took this approach of smoothing out the wrinkles instead of being someone expecting to perform triage, then we wouldn’t be so frustrated and stressed ourselves. You see, we come to work with wrinkles too. It’s time for us to lay out our outfits. Let’s step back, calm down, and take a few moments to use our iron in our work. Trust me, it works !!

Shoot the Cannons !!

A few weekends ago, my wife and I were fortunate to attend a wedding. It was for the oldest daughter of one of my best friends. We’ve known Grace since she was a toddler, and it was an honor to be able to see her reach this milestone. My wife Debbie and I are now the older couple that gets invited to weddings. We knew few people versus when we were younger, and we knew the majority of everyone attending. I even remember commenting on the older couples who used to come to the weddings we went to. We swore we’d never become one of those old couples ourselves. It’s amazing how time is such an equalizer in our lives.

The ceremony was wonderful. To see the youth, the genuine love between Grace and Cole, and hear my best friend officiate the ceremony as both father and pastor was perfection. As the new couple was announced, someone set off a confetti cannon, and they were showered with tons of colored paper. The crowd erupted with joy and surprise. It was completely unexpected and also perfectly timed. I leaned over to Debbie and wishfully commented, “I need one of those. Wouldn’t it be epic ??”

We enjoyed some appetizers and a few adult beverages along with conversations at our table. It was great to catch up with our friends, a fellow “older couple” who we’ve known for decades. Later, we came to the point where the wedding party was introduced. Each pair of groomsmen and bridesmaids did their awkward choreographed dance moves. When the newlyweds came into the reception hall, another confetti cannon blasted over them gloriously. I exclaimed once again how cool it was to my wife and the couple sitting next to us. We stayed for food, ceremony, opening dances, and the wedding cake. When the festivities really started to kick in, we sauntered out . . . older couple move.

On Tuesday of the following week, an Amazon package mysteriously arrived on our porch. We didn’t remember ordering anything. When I got home from work, I opened the package with anticipation. Inside it were six confetti cannons !!!!! So geeked !! Our friends sitting next to us bought them and sent them to me and said, “Use them well.”

Looking at my new package of confetti cannons, I wondered. What if we approached seeing the people we work with, and the people in our lives, with the same excitement and surprise as when a confetti cannon erupts? How fun would that be? If we all looked at the opportunity to see others with exuberance and joy, the workplace and the world would be a better place.

If we’re honest, most people don’t look forward to seeing others. There are exceptions, but my experience has been that we spend far too much time talking poorly about others than enveloping them in celebration. This needs to shift. We’re missing a great opportunity to change the day for everyone we meet.

If we did this, the people at work, home, and everywhere we encounter others would be just as surprised as we were at the wedding. To take a few moments and improve someone else’s day just because they showed up would cause a work and HR revolution. We’d turn from a profession that meets with people at some of their lowest points to a role that starts with encouragement and delight.

This week, pretend you’re the confetti cannon and greet every person you meet with exhilaration and animation !! Make them the sole focus of your day, just for a few seconds or minutes. Trust me, you’ll brighten both their day and yours.

Patch and Repair

Spring is upon us and I’m geeked !! Seriously. I love the rain, the storms, and the inevitable greening of the lawn. Some of my best time is spent out working in my yard. I enjoy trimming, mowing, planting, and rearranging our landscaping. Sure, there are days when there’s too much rain or the sun is scorching, but that is to be expected.

When the lawn wakes from its dormant winter slumber, you see how it fared from the prior season. You’re hopeful that it will grow back into one lush, consistent carpet. However, that rarely happens. There is that initial tinge of frustration and a heavy sigh. But, then the juices start flowing and the joy of yardwork begins for another year.

I went to Costco and bought two bags of patch & seed, and felt I would have enough to cover any parts of the lawn that didn’t look like they were going to fill in. It took me quite a bit of time to carefully prep the areas and then spread the material. I was quite satisfied with my progress until I looked around. It was definitely a good start, but I could see that more seed would be needed. I was able to get the first batch spread before an overnight rain which made the work worth it.

Sunday meant another trip to Costco with a more measured assessment of what I’d need. The first two bags were used in the front yard. I didn’t even get a chance to take a peak at the backyard. This resulted in more of an investment and the purchase of five additional bags. I wasn’t sure if it was an overreach, but I wanted to make sure the job could be accomplished.

Our entire yard has very mature trees. They take in a ton of water any time they can. I can’t fathom how massive the root systems running throughout our yard are. They have to encompass a majority of our 1/2 acre lot. That means patches appear and the front yard took a beating. I ended up spreading five of the seven bags of patching material in the bare spots seemingly everywhere. It was a bit disheartening because I still wanted to get to the backyard, and hoped I’d have enough to cover those patches.

Thankfully, I did. The seven bags sufficed. What you need to keep in mind is that 85% of our lawn is in great shape. The 15% that needed attention was in rough shape, but it didn’t mean that I needed to reconstruct the entire lawn (thankfully). Now, I’m hoping that the predicted storms from tonight water the patches, the seed will take root, and new growth will cover the bare areas. A couple of hours of work could result in that wonderful, lush carpet I seek.

This most recent project is similar to work. We’re in a challenging time in the workplace, and honestly, the world. More than I’d care to admit I have heard co-workers exclaim how they feel everything is f****d !! They openly use the word you think it is. That doesn’t offend me. What is concerning is that the bare patches they’re working on have convinced them the entire lawn is shot.

We get so laser-focused on what’s “wrong” with the work we’re responsible for that we miss seeing any other part of the work landscape. A friend and fellow co-worker of mine had this amazing sign she put on her workstation so that when you enter her office, it’s the first thing you see. It gives you a different “F” to use.

Everything is Figureoutable !! It’s a great phrase and I love that it’s a made-up word because it makes you pause and think. If we take this stance to how we do work and how we choose to interact with each other, then I think we’ll make sustainable progress. This frames your day in a constructive way. It allows you to find out what needs to be patched and repaired.

Yes, those patches may take a heavy lift of time and attention, but they are not the entire system of how a company functions. They may represent the 15% of my lawn that needed some care and love. Everything isn’t f****d. It just isn’t. We can’t allow the allure of challenge and negativity to suck us down into the muck.

This week see how you can see things as figureoutable. Get the materials you need to cover the bare spots, and then see how your good work will pull the workplace together !!

Leave Your Mark

My wife is incredible in many ways !! Yes, I’m biased and am good with that. She is very creative but she would deny that. She has a dedicated craft room in our house that has been her place to make things come to life. She has been a rubber stamper for decades. This hobby has resulted in countless handmade cards for birthdays, weddings, the birth of kids, graduations, and Christmas cards.

They are true works of art. I know many people who have kept every Christmas card she has made for years, and some put them out every year as part of their Christmas decorations. Debbie would tell you that she sees the ideas of others and recreates them. So, I’ll give her that. Let’s call her a structured creative. If you got to know her, you’d see that this description fits well. One of the many other amazing facets of her personality is her joy in structure. She has lists of things to do all over the house.

Every day I’m amazed that she chose to be with me because I represent the opposite of almost every aspect of how she approaches life. I tend to live in the moment. Very little surprises me, and I’m more comfortable adapting on the go. I’m creative as well, but I’d describe my methods as having flow, movement and involving a variety of styles. I like almost every iteration of how art is presented. I am comfortable if things are abstract, modern, distinctly drawn, or classical. Each one has its value.

Eight years ago, when my first HR book was completed, Debbie asked if I’d like to have bookmarks to give out to people. I was floored and excited at the same time. I didn’t know what we could come up with but I was in !! She upped my level of enthusiasm when she suggested we make tie-dye bookmarks. I couldn’t even conceive how this could be accomplished. I was tickled when I found out that we’d mix our creative approaches by using her rubber stamps along with alcohol-based inks to make the tie-dye patterns along with my idea of variety. We put the ink on transparency film (like what we used to use on overhead projectors).

We started to stamp the clear film cut into the perfect shape for a bookmark together. Debbie took one color of ink and dabbed the applicator before applying a beautiful, linear pattern on her piece of film. I took my applicator and put three dots of different colors on it and then smeared the ink all over my film. I continued to follow what felt right as she methodically constructed her set. When we looked up to pause, I had ten done and was moving forward when she commented, “How can you come up with patterns so quickly?” I shrugged and said, “I just see what I want to make and then try it.”

She then made a bright, executive decision. The step after the ink stamping was mounting the film on white, thick paper for backing and strength. She suggested that I continue with the stamping and she’d assemble them after that. Now, please note, her stamped bookmarks were stunning and crisp. We kept them along with my mish mash of variety, and I loved giving them out to people.

Since then, we made a new batch for use at the SHRM24 annual conference. We followed the process of a separation of tasks that we were both responsible for. Very quickly we had constructed 100+ bookmarks. I just found out that I’m speaking again at SHRM25, and I’m grateful for the opportunity. We just bought a new set of supplies and the manufacture of a brand new set of bookmarks will soon be started.

Let me back up just a moment . . .

More than a story of how we take different paths toward creativity, Debbie also had another stunning idea for making these handmade beauties. She said, “If people are nice enough to get one of your books, wouldn’t it be nice to leave behind a little bit of you for them to remember?” How freaking cool is that ??!!

You see, she wanted me to leave a mark. That thought was incredibly astute and she may not have even been aware of the weight of what she had suggested. It was so powerful because as people, we leave our mark on others every time we encounter them whether we mean to or not.

If you ignore someone or push them off to the side because you’re too busy for them, that leaves a mark. If you are pleasant to others to their face and change your story for how you feel with another audience, you leave a mark. When a task that isn’t yet completed takes more of your focus and attention than the people around you, you have left another mark.

We don’t see this or even acknowledge it. It’s time we did. Choose instead to be someone who leaves each interaction as one that is positive, encouraging and meaningful. Leave your mark in such a way that your impact makes their day better. It doesn’t have to be a big gesture. It can be something simple. Something . . . like a bookmark.

Get A Car Wash !!

I’ve lived in the Midwest for the vast majority of my life. I enjoy the four seasons. They’re never as equally balanced as one would hope but that’s okay. We’ve had one of the more robust winters this year that I can recall. We’ve had more snow, more arctic blasts, more ice, and more gray than normal. It’s funny to me that if we have a year where we don’t get much snow we wish we had more. Now that we’ve had a significant and lengthy winter we complain that it’s too much.

One of the side effects of a full winter is salted roads. The wonderful road crews do all they can to keep roadways clear. This is often daunting because the weather rarely cooperates in the manner it is predicted to. They lay down tons and tons of road salt to assist in melting the snow, ice, and slush. This mixture rarely stays on the roadway due to the volume of never-ending traffic. Vehicle after vehicle speed through the concoction which inevitably ends up encasing your car in a thick layer of white, brown, and mucky corrosive material. It’s as if your car is a blank canvas waiting to be plastered with the evidence of winter.

I have a long commute to work from my home. It takes anywhere from forty-five minutes to an hour plus depending on the volume of people joining me on the road. If you have construction or an accident along the way, the time only increases. Throw on top of this the various winter precipitation of snow, freezing rain, or sleet, there’s no telling how much time you’ll be behind the wheel. With my extensive commute, you can imagine how my car’s exterior starts to appear throughout the winter.

The below-freezing temperatures that held us in an endless grip for weeks on end only meant you couldn’t get your car washed. The dirt, grime, and sludge just grew in depth while creating an abstract painting that became a hardened shell. It becomes a nuisance because, even though I’m fortunate to have a garage at home, each time I try to walk around the car my coat and clothing get salt transfer. It only seems to stain or smear when you try to wipe it off. It never gets completely removed.

This weekend, the temperature sneaked just above the freezing point. I decided to chance it and get my car and my wife’s car washed. We have a local business just around the corner from where we live that does a great job. It’s an automatic, ever-moving chain that pulls your car through the various brushes and blasts of water and soap. When I pulled up, I saw that I was one of many who were trying to take advantage of their services as well. The trip through the car wash took less than two minutes. When I exited the building, I could swear I heard our cars sigh with relief. They were clean once again !!

A car that keeps moving through the mix of winter precipitation and road gunk is a lot like working in HR. One of the challenges of being in this field is that we get to experience and hear the dark side of work. This may include the various “life” situations people are facing or the general negative conversations that abound throughout the workplace. It can be, and is, draining. You hope for uplifting and encouraging conversations to be the norm, but they are unfortunately the exception.

I’m not trying to be a downer, and you need to understand that I am generally an overly positive person most of the time. However, even I get caked with layer after layer of road salt at work. It comes with the job and is as inevitable as taking a winter commute to and from work. If we’re not cognizant of our exteriors being constantly covered in road spray, then we too become encased in a hardened shell . . . and heart.

We need a car wash. We need to make sure to take a few minutes on a regular basis to wipe out the darkness that tries to envelop us. Too many others around us don’t see that they too are covered in their own blanket of dirt. When the majority of people start their days worrying about what is sure to go wrong, then you’re already facing an uphill battle. Lay on top of this a poor conversation in the hall, the emotions tied to senseless media and social media opinions with the pressures of performing, and you get folks who are buried.

It’s imperative that we’re more aware of the environment we’re in. We need to wash off whatever tries to hold us captive so that we can be at least one bright spot in the days of others. I’m not asking you to ignore the challenges and divisiveness swirling around us. I’m just encouraging you not to let it encompass or define you. It shouldn’t. Remember, a quick trip can wash away months and months of crud (that’s an official HR term by the way).

This next week, make time to get a rinse. You’ll breathe that sigh of relief as well, and it will allow you to move forward with confidence once again.

It’s Bananas !!

If you’ve been a regular reader of my posts, you know I have some quirks. I think most people do, but they tend to keep them to themselves. I find that they help define who I am and how I view life. I have various collections of llamas, lava lamps, conference lanyards over my entire career, buttons (like the flare when TGI Friday’s was popular), and shoes. Specifically one brand of shoe – The Chuck Taylor Converse.

I had my first pair when I was in 7th grade and joined the Ada Jr. High basketball team. When I started to play basketball, the standard of having nice, high-top, leather sneakers hadn’t yet come to be. I was at the end of the tradition of playing basketball with canvas Chuck Taylors which had absolutely no support whatsoever along with no arch supports. They are not “good” for your feet, but man are they stylish !! Our school’s colors were purple and gold, so my first pair was a beautiful dark purple set of size 13 high-tops.

I loved them and was hooked. Throughout high school, I always made sure to have a least one pair in my closet even after we switched to leather high-top Adidas sneakers for basketball. I just liked wearing them. Their innate comfort was a way to relax as I made my way through those awkward teenage years. During college, I made sure I had a pair of kelly green Chucks as I meandered the pathways of my alma mater Ohio University because the school colors are a proud kelly green and white.

Post college when I started my HR career, I bought a pair of bright red Chucks since I moved to Cincinnati and was a Reds fan. In fact, I went to a Reds outing with work peers from Procter & Gamble, and they asked me to sit in a section away from the majority of them because of my shoes. I was geeked that something so simple could be so disruptive. As my career started to take off, I invested in more pairs of Chuck Taylors so that I had a variety of colors to wear whenever I felt the need.

When I started to speak at HR conferences, I originally dressed like the other speakers. I wore khakis, a buttoned-down Oxford dress shirt, and dress shoes. I was mimicking those I saw who were also on the speaker docket. I thought that following the norm would open more doors for me. It didn’t feel right. I wasn’t being true to myself. At my third presentation, I decided to bring out the Chucks. I went with a solid deep blue. I switched from khakis to jeans, and my Oxford shirts switched to either a rock t-shirt or a sweet 70’s inspired paisley.

You’d have thought I injured somebody when I received comments from tenured HR peers and conference committees. This wasn’t “business casual” or the classic “professional.” Ironic isn’t it? How someone dresses is more of an obstacle and a focus than the content a speaker provides. Now, 20+ years later, I’ve started to see the dress of speakers begin to shift. Some still rock out traditional suits and dresses while others stretch to wear jeans and dress sneakers. I’m cool with whatever they choose to wear. If it makes them feel at ease, and they can bring their content to help others learn, then it all works.

One of my favorite pairs of Converse is covered with bananas. They are reflective of an Andy Warhol painting. I’ve always had an affinity for Warhol. He looked at the obvious things around him and turned them into art. Soup cans, Brillo pads, Coca-Cola bottles, iconic celebrities, and bananas. He even tied the banana to the experimental and revolutionary rock group – The Velvet Underground. They’re also made of leather versus the traditional canvas that most Chuck Taylors are constructed from.

The shoes are a reminder to always view HR, people, work, and life differently. Refusing to follow the norms while still being inviting to others. Being disruptive doesn’t mean one has to be destructive. Far from it. It only means that you don’t have to accept things and just fall in line because everyone else does. It’s a small variance from what people expect. Usually, it leads to conversations, questions, and interest. Then who knows where things could lead?

I think it’s bananas that more people don’t push the boundaries around them to form new ones. It would be great if everyone found whatever their personal Chuck Taylors were. Then, they’d make sure to put them on and walk into the world around them. I think if more people would look at constructive ways to disrupt, the world would be a brighter place !!

Get Your Mojo !!

I used to work in an HR department of one for an engineering & architectural consulting firm. I loved it there because of the people. Also, I had quite a field day being one of the few extroverts working with an entire firm of introverts. I was there for over nine years and didn’t think I’d ever change jobs. (Quick aside – Never say Never. I did change to take on the role I’m in now for the past 18+ years . . .)

One of the great parts of my role at the firm was to incorporate a social vibe into our highly detailed and analytical company. I was surrounded by incredibly smart and talented people. The majority of their day was spent creating drawing sets, cranking out calculations, and working on securing permits for the work they were designing. The employees were at a desk behind a monitor for 8 to 10 hours a day.

I decided we needed to break the pattern of people’s daily existence. So, we had the CDS Open – our version of a golf scramble. (CDS was the name of the firm where I worked.) We opened the outing to all of our team members. There was no qualification for skill level or golfing acumen. The employees jumped at the chance to experience something different. They wanted to have a break from their daily activities. Almost everyone in the firm signed up to play. We had enough teams to rent the entire golf course. This initial idea stuck and we ended up having the Open annually and it was a blast !!

People loved to not be tied to their computers and desks, take time to play, and “compete.” There were a handful of people who golfed well while most of us hacked our way up and down the course. At the end of the day, we’d have a cookout and give out prizes. I organized the outings, got the prizes, and was the emcee for the award ceremony. We had the traditional scramble prizes of longest drive, longest putt. closest to the pin, and the team that needed to vastly improve on top of an award for the best scoring foursome. People were cordial and congratulatory for each winner.

The first year I found Mojo golf balls from Nike. I bought them because of the name, look and vibe. The carton looked like it was designed after the psychedelic rock concert posters from the 1960s !!

Each member of the winning foursome received a carton of Mojo golf balls. When I handed them out I said, “Your team won because you had your Mojo going !!” People would howl – especially engineers and architects. I was fortunate to be on the winning foursome that first year and I still have the carton in my office as a reminder that I need to bring my Mojo to my work every day.

How about you? Is that how you view what you do in HR? Has it become too mundane and/or challenging?

It’s easy to fall into the trap of the daily grind as HR pros. If that’s true for us, you know it has to be true for all of the employees around us regardless of their level or role in the company. We can all slip into a funk that drains the joy, fun and drive to perform and do well.

This week see if that’s the case and then fine something that helps you get your Mojo back. Figure a way to break out from the malaise that threatens to swallow us. You can find a way to untangle yourself from the hairball of work. It’s time to get your mojo back. You owe it to yourself and others.