Feelings, whoa whoa, feelings
Last week I told K that if he couldn’t figure out how to hang the doors in the pantry then we needed to find someone who could. This was after being frustrated that C wasn’t calling him or I back to tell us what was intended and there is no drawing conceptual or otherwise. So K didn’t show up all weekend, and I knew and even said it at Pilates this morning, I was going to have to say something to him to get him back in the game.
And so I went over and asked him what was wrong and he said, well you told me you were going to hire someone else, and I said K, the reality is that if this becomes a bottleneck – figuring out the doors – and you can’t get to the myriad other things that only you have in your head, then once again you are holding me hostage on those things because I can’t go hire another carpenter to complete them – whereas I can hire another carpenter to hang these pantry doors – and I also told him that he wouldn’t last a day in my company where feelings are not a currency at all and you have to buck up to harsh reality that you got to be right or you’re wrong and you’ve got to be on time or you’re wrong.