First you cry. Well, I did. I cried because we had a phenomenal team and the move to outsource our team’s work meant that what we had built together would be torn apart. I cried because colleagues who solved the worst of technical challenges with me, who worked day and night and weekends with me, who always had a laugh to share – even in the middle of the night when we were dead tired – who taught me everything they knew, who celebrated Christmases and weddings and births with me would be gone.
I cried for all the right reasons. . . and some lesser reasons.
I cried because the familiar comfort of a job I knew well was suddenly gone. And that made me realize. This wasn’t personal. This was business.
In 2005, Thomas Friedman had explained that the world was, indeed flat. The walls had come down and the economy would be different. We would work differently. I remember reading his book – with a gulp of incredulous fear – and then stuffing it away on my bookshelf as if, safely ensconced there, it couldn’t be true. And here it was looking me smack in the face. I had lived in a fabricated reality in which the type of work I did would never be outsourced – let alone to another country. I had ignored the truths that Thomas Friedman spoke.
I had to move forward.
What we needed most of all was someone to talk about how to move forward. I had no ready answers. But I had the will to listen, to hear what others were saying — whether it was about the “new normal” or the old ways or how impossible it was going to be to transfer everything everyone knew in just five short months. We could have all fallen apart at that point – divided by anxiety, jealousy, fear. But for the most part, the team remained intact, committed to delivering the same high quality results on this “project” as they had for every other genuine project. With compassion and understanding, I listened. I learned. I tried to get answers for the team. I improvised when I had no answers and we needed answers. And I honestly said “I don’t know” when I had no answers. But I committed to get answers. What I tried not to do was to let any one person stand alone, be scared or feel hopeless.
Over the course of the next five months, I would host three retirement and five farewell luncheons, but not before the collective team left their legacy of knowledge in hundreds of hours worth of recorded training sessions. I was as proud of us as we dismantled as I had been in the early days when we first formed our team. No – that’s not true. I was more proud.
I was lucky to have worked with such talented, skilled people – people who managed this most difficult challenge of their careers with integrity, discipline and self-esteem. They left in their wake an awakened leadership.
The United States is now well into the midst of a labor renaissance. The industrial revolution, the technological revolution – these are gone. Textbook management styles that serve hierarchical organizations and mass production will not serve us well in the near or long term.
What I learned as I climbed the outsourcing hill was that there was more than one way to scale the mountain. What I learned was that being right-brained was not a technical handicap. You see, creativity has its roots in diversity…diversity of thought and culture and people. And diversity is showing us the way.