(One more bar post involving an Aesop’s fable . . . I can’t help it, those old scribes knew what they were talking about.)
I’ve known Jake for years. I trained him as a bartender when he was a few months away from his twenty-first birthday. It was like watching someone grow up, not as a parent watches a child, but more like a coach working with a new recruit and enjoying their progress in the game.
And to Jake, it always was a kind of sport, a game. This was his first real restaurant experience, but he had skills to burn. He was smart, coordinated and quick with his hands, and he liked to work hard. In a very short time he was cranking behind the taps, then gradually we began to run the bar together.
Jake was an easygoing, good-looking guy and the women loved him. There was one blonde girlfriend after the other. He’d bust his ass during the shift, drink hard when it was done, and at the end of the night go home with another hot babe.
Then he met someone he wanted to stick with and after a while they began living together. I could see the change coming. His girl had a serious, professional job. She worked days; he worked nights and weekends. Now he wanted to take off as soon as the shift was over, barely tossing down half a beer after work. I guess we were expecting it, but it was still disappointing when he told us he had another opportunity and would be leaving. He’d been hired as the day manager for a well-known Boston restaurant.
“You don’t know what it’s like out there, Jake,” I warned him. “We’re working for a great owner here. You might not find that where you’re going.”
It was true; we had an owner who treated us with respect, who was more than fair . . . and just as important, was willing to listen. Seriously, how often do you find that in the restaurant/bar business?
“I have to see what I can do,” Jake explained. “It’s a career move. Full benefits, better hours . . . my girl hates me working nights.”
“Just expect to be surprised,” I told him. “You’ve got it pretty sweet here. You have no idea how many insane owners and bad bosses are out there.” Over the next few months Jake called me at home now and then. He’d tell me how things were going and he’d talk about his new owner.
Then this week Jake mentioned his new owner only liked those people who unfailingly agreed with him. They were the ones the owner gathered around him, the ones he listened to. It didn’t matter what the owner said, or how ridiculous his ideas, all the owner heard–from a staff trying to get along with him–was how smart and wonderful he was.
Apparently Jake’s new owner felt like an omnipotent ruler. He thought he could just lift his finger and point, and splendid things would happen . . . often with results that were disastrous for everyone.
While listening to Jake on the phone, another Aesop’s fable came to mind. I reminded Jake of the old story about The King and The Tide. Everyone around this king told him how wonderful and powerful he was, trying to curry his favor. “You’re the most powerful king in the world,” they’d tell him, “there’s nothing you can’t do.”
One day some peasants came to the king with a complaint. Every evening, it seems, the tide would come in and wash away whatever they were working on. Surely the king, as powerful and brilliant as he was, could do something about this.
So they carried the king on his throne down to the beach. As the tide came in, the waves washed over his feet while the king sat majestically on his throne. And the king declared, “Stop! I command you!” He raised one hand as he spoke to the encroaching tide. “I command you to stop!”
Of course, the water kept rising until it was up to the king’s ankles and then up to his knees. Soon the peasants turned away and left him there. Some of them may have been snickering behind the backs of their hands.
The king’s foolishness seems exaggerated and cartoon-like–but haven’t you all seen at least a hint of this delusional attitude . . . maybe in one of the bosses you’ve worked for or have known.
I was tempted to tell Jake that he should have stayed where he was; good owners are hard to come by. Instead I said, “Well, it could be worse.”
“If you were in the military,” I told Jake, “you might still have people above you who don’t know what they’re doing . . . and their poor decisions could cost your life.”
I asked him if he’d read Norman Mailer’s The Naked and the Dead, where a squad is sent on a suicide mission by a commander who thinks he is God, and is in a pissy mood.
I understand that the rank and file has to put up with bad decisions coming from the top–whether in the bar business, in office work, or at any job. “But how would you feel,” I asked Jake, “if you were being sent to your death because some desk-bound, superior officer was an idiot.”
“So it could be worse,” I told him.
“Yeah,” he said, “but it still sucks.”
now I’m hooked. Great story with a great message. Reminds me of an Asst. Principal who worked for me that left for another job……total disaster.
The stories I could tell you about bosses. We’ve all been there, I think.
A long time to wait but it’s a good one.
John: Thanks for stopping by again! I’ve got more questions for you … I want to know more. Great looking family, John. What a lovely wife and daughter (you lucky bastard.) I’ll get back to you by email.
Llylak: I imagine women have more stories about bad bosses than us guys, unfortunately. Good to see you here, Lly.
Starbucks: I keep thinking I’m done and then make more changes on what I’m working on, my friend. Now I think I’m looking at a couple more weeks, maybe three … then I hope to become more regular here. Thanks for hanging in there.
Hi Mike. Yes we’ve all gf one or two of those kinda bosses. I find bar owner’s to be some of the most odious human beings on the planet. There’s an unmistakable (and often undeserved) arrogance they usually seem to possess. Not many of them realize without great staff their bar wouldn’t be great. And once you stop testing your staff well, business suffers. But I digress
Congratulations on your book. It’s such a fulfilling endeavor. I hope you received my book The Barometer in the mail. And I hope you enjoyed it! Tty soon.
Many Americans like to think and feel they are very special, unique in some way, either just smarter or more talented than others. So when they are given power they enjoy yielding their mighty swords. Very few Bosses are really nice and caring most just want to delegate, degrade and take credit for all the fine performances the underlings produce. Of course they get all the $$ as well. Corp. America sucks!