BOB

What I learned from Bob – working for him for 4 years.

My Ramblings from different points of view.

 This may not the most flattering, but the most intriguing to me - Staples slogan "Make More Happen" with Bob spending money. When he was the expert at making the world happen without spending anything. A true business man. 

This may not the most flattering, but the most intriguing to me - Staples slogan "Make More Happen" with Bob spending money. When he was the expert at making the world happen without spending anything. A true business man. 

How to ask the hard questions.

The hiring numbers – what is your expected salary?

And to not waste your time we are offering (blank) are you still interested in this position?

Persistence – micro managing, or the scale of the details would seem so small compared to a larger company objective, but the whole point was that he did not stop. He knew when a company gets too large for him, he does best when he is in control of everything. The negotiation master.

To ask, where is the money coming from?

How are we going to make money?

Regarding this negotiation skills, it seems to a weird none of it seems to have truly stuck to me. I am a different person entirely.

Everyday I listened to him, translating his ideals into quantifiable and deadline-able actions. What did I get from it? His need to ask a million questions digging for an answer. Even if it may mean uncomfortable psychological factors. What did I put into it? I listened really hard so that I can translate that into a different English with changes in vocabulary and sentence structure to match communication method of the recipient.

Everyday I read to him. Reading his reports and sharing conversations on his phone conversations that allowed him to get into their daily lives of the Indonesia team and speculate their intent and differences due to culture and language and how to navigate a business with American New York style business sensibilities in Indonesia.  

How did it enable him to continue to work with dignity and respect as I could muster? Did I do the right thing?

I scouted flooring tiles today on Banker Street that magically resolves one of our big budget procurement problems for our Tradeshow booth. It’s so hard not to hoard, and fill a warehouse full with happy findings. What it really is the discovery process – when stumbling upon something that is truly useful, beautiful, or functional. The physical objects are just a reminder of all the adventures and discoveries revealed.

To ask, where is the money coming from?

How are we going to make money?

My take on is that – I am I asking enough questions? Do I have all the details and information to paint the entire story from all sides?

My answer is - to be prepared better? How to plan ahead to be able to make it happen?

He enjoyed investigating intent and their activities.

He enjoyed being the hero problems solver to save the day.

How can I help? What do you need? Who do you need?

Most IMPORTANTLY he taught me to feel. He suggested Therapy to me for I was compounding and internalizing pressures and stress of life. He encouraged the opportunity to get it out of my system and identify and express my concerns and emotions more freely.

The best emotional support he has ever given me and supported me with funding, understanding and time for me to go through this process that has taught me the thaw. He told me it is feels numbingly cold when you are frozen in the winter, but when you thaw into a warm place, the thawing process can hurt, be painful sometimes and that pain is like the processing of therapy, but once you thaw, you are warm again, and therapy offers the opportunity to be warm and open again into a better human being.

He told jokes, He told stories, He knew everyone and became friends with everyone.

Always headfirst, think later. He got momentum started and accomplished so much that way.

I truly want to be able to live with the courage that he has. There are edits and differences I will like to make for myself to match my personality, but this is because I had the opportunity to see to compare and contrast so many aspects of thinking and life. 

But at the same time, I sometimes completely dismissed him like an angsty teenager, I wonder if I mourned and grieved earlier these past few years. I feel as if I grieved a long time before Daily communication ceased from him. It was Daily, it was unrelenting.  It was powerful.

He had his difficult moments for me. There were also enough personalities he did not get along with.

He did do away with manners and cultural sensitivity sometimes to get to his goal, or sometimes he’s so strong he isn't aware that he is being insensitive, that wall is something you build? Or you’re born with it. Fascinatingly I think his car personified his personality. Scratched, dented, yellow duct taped it sent a message to the world that he is still standing after a beating and quite unstoppable. Something about those scratches in the car paint and the disregard for the collection of those occasions onto the body of the car I feel quantify how many risks he was willing to take.

He had his favorite breakfast diner on Manhattan Ave with crispy home fries, runny two eggs and ketchup alongside coffee.

I do feel like I did what I could, and trying hard to live strongly as he would have done.

He enjoyed seeing my colorful scarves, commented on my style of dress seemed always different and a-wonder about it. I think I can definitely wear those colors and continue that to celebrate the life that he lived.

To ask, where is the money coming from?

How are we going to make money?

I’ll miss you Bob.