I don’t know why I chose that post title, other than the fact that it’s getting close to the end of the productivity day and I’ve put up nary a thing on the old blog, because this post has nothing to do with baseball. Or running to the place where your kitchen and bedroom are.
However, you need to meet Whitney Ledford and Joe Pittman. They are a couple of our Institute students that were assigned to the Brier Creek AM Campus this summer. I told them at our first meeting that they needed to spend the summer being very entrepreneurial and self-supervising, because I was going to be tied up getting into fist fights with Greek airline agents, and I couldn’t be bothered.
Long story short, Joe & Whitney took on the task of developing a Hope for the Office project for the neighborhood office park here at Brier Creek. We had two conversations about this: one prior to Greece when I gave them a general idea of what I was looking for, and one after Greece when they told me what we’d be doing, how we’d be doing it, how the logistics would work out, the names, addresses, contact persons, and shoe sizes of every stinkin’ business in Presidential Park, and exactly how many Chicken Minis each person would eat.
They were, in short, amazing. They envisioned, planned, and executed the project from beginning to end. They owned it, and they told me when to show up and what to do when I got here. And I loved it.
Those of you who have spent some time here know my history of being a micro-manager, but people like Whitney & Joe are getting me dangerously close to giving up control. They had every “i” dotted and every “t” crossed this morning, and the entire event went off without a hitch.
(And no, I don’t know what “without a hitch” means. We didn’t need a hitch. There was nothing to tow. I just mean it was flawless.)
I’m looking forward to the few weeks I have remaining with these two. I think I’ll give them a more challenging project, like waxing Langston’s head.* That should be fun.
Joe & Whitney are only two examples of one of the most incredible batch of Instituters we’ve ever had. If you haven’t gotten to know these men and women yet, better do so quickly. They’re easy to spot: they travel in packs and always wear backpacks. They look like Mormons without bikes.
*Rick, that’s what you get for interrupting my train of thought while I’m writing.