As I was red eyed from a long week tonight, I took a break and flipped thru the TV channels. I tuned into NBA Hardwood Classics, featuring the Rockets v. Knicks from 1994. This was the year my daughter was born (turned 13 yesterday), the year I graduated from college, the year I hung up my KFC uniform forever, the year I hung up my hard hat from Mobil Oil forever, the year my band declined a record deal, the year I cut my hair, the year I began interviewing for a real job, and the year I was shitting bricks wondering how the hell I was going to deal with life. As I watched a skinnier Robert Hory taking it to the hole, Akeem doing the fade away jump shots, Derek Harper running point, it took me right back to this place. It was bizarre, in a personal therapy sort of way.
Then I began reflecting on the past 13 years, doing a slide show in my head, about my career, flashing past the various lessons learned, many the hard way. And then I took another fine sip of my Isosceles and thought I'd blog about Fredo.
You all know him. He broke his brother Michael Corleone's heart by betraying him. If you've never seen the Godfather Part II, you might not know who I'm talking about. Just think, Judas from biblical times.
Fredo does manifest himself in the workplace, quite often. Fredo tries to advance himself at the expense of someone that trusts him. Fredo often rationalizes his actions, by telling himself he's doing the right thing for bigger reasons than himself. Maybe his rationale is that it's best for the company or the department. Fredo is that guy that pee's in your pool.
So how do you deal with Fredo? What do you do when your trust is violated?
The very common thing people do is get mad, call bullshit on Fredo, and take him out. That approach is certainly satisfying, at least temporarily. But it's not always the right answer. Once you know Fredo is Fredo, you can play another hand. You can use this channel to wind Fredo up like a toy, knowing full well what he's going to do with the information you provide. So long you keep your cool, this is a channel you can manipulate for quite some time if need be. Is this healthy? Not exactly. But it's survival. It's a passive way to deal with the uglies that will be there no matter what.
Unless you fire a bullet and leave Fredo in Lake Tahoe, where is the justice you ask?
It's poetic justice; arguably the best kind. This is what 13 years of navigating can do for you...
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The game is just ending. The Rockets win. The following year they won again. I happened to be in Houston that 2nd winning night, at my first job out of school. I was in sales, so it was Bill Branski and I in a hotel bar on the south loop. Ah, time flies when you're having fun.
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