Leadership and Self-Deception
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Leadership and Self-Deception

Getting Out of the Box

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Getting Out of the Box

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NEW EDITION, REVISED AND UPDATEDSince its original publication in 2000, Leadership and Self-Deception has become a word-of-mouth phenomenon. Its sales continue to increase year after year, and the book's popularity has gone global, with editions now available in over twenty languages. Through a story everyone can relate to about a man facing challenges on the job and in his family, the authors expose the fascinating ways that we can blind ourselves to our true motivations and unwittingly sabotage the effectiveness of our own efforts to achieve success and increase happiness. This new edition has been revised throughout to make the story even more compelling. And drawing on the extensive correspondence the authors have received over the years, they have added a section that outlines the many ways that readers have been using Leadership and Self-Deception to improve their lives and workplacesā€”areas such as team building, conflict resolution, and personal growth and development, to name a few.Read this extraordinary book and discover what millions already have learnedā€”how to consistently tap into an innate ability that dramatically improves both your results and your relationships.

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2010
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9781605095288
PART I
Self-Deception and the ā€œBoxā€

1 Bud

It was a brilliant summer morning shortly before nine, and I was hurrying to the most important meeting of my new job at Zagrum Company. As I walked across the tree-lined grounds, I recalled the day two months earlier when I had first entered the secluded campus-style headquarters to interview for a senior management position. I had been watching the company for more than a decade from my perch at one of its competitors and had tired of finishing second. After eight interviews and three weeks spent doubting myself and waiting for news, I was hired to lead one of Zagrumā€™s product lines.
Now, four weeks later, I was about to be introduced to a senior management ritual peculiar to Zagrum: a daylong one-on-one meeting with the executive vice president, Bud Jefferson. Bud was the right-hand man to Zagrumā€™s president, Kate Stenarude. And due to a shift within the executive team, he was about to become my new boss.
I had tried to find out what this meeting was all about, but my colleaguesā€™ explanations confused me. They mentioned a discovery that solved ā€œpeople problemsā€; how no one really focused on results; and that something about the ā€œBud Meeting,ā€ as it was called, and strategies that evidently followed from it, was key to Zagrumā€™s incredible success. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I was eager to meet, and impress, my new boss.
Bud Jefferson was a youngish-looking 50-year-old combination of odd-fitting characteristics: a wealthy man who drove around in an economy car without hubcaps; a nearā€“high school dropout who had graduated with law and business degrees, summa cum laude, from Harvard; a connoisseur of the arts who was hooked on the Beatles. Despite his apparent contradictions, and perhaps partly because of them, Bud was revered as something of an icon. He was universally admired in the company.
It took 10 minutes on foot to cover the distance from my office in Building 8 to the lobby of the Central Building. The pathway ā€” one of many connecting Zagrumā€™s 10 buildings ā€” meandered beneath oak and maple canopies along the banks of Kateā€™s Creek, a postcard-perfect stream that was the brainchild of Kate Stenarude and had been named after her by the employees.
As I scaled the Central Buildingā€™s hanging steel stairway up to the third floor, I reviewed my performance during my month at Zagrum: I was always among the earliest to arrive and latest to leave. I felt that I was focused and didnā€™t let outside matters interfere with my objectives. Although my wife often complained about it, I was making a point to outwork and outshine every coworker who might compete for promotions in the coming years. I nodded to myself in satisfaction. I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was ready to meet Bud Jefferson.
Arriving in the main lobby of the third floor, I was greeted by Budā€™s secretary, Maria. ā€œYou must be Tom Callum,ā€ she said with enthusiasm.
ā€œYes, thank you. I have an appointment with Bud for nine oā€™clock,ā€ I said.
ā€œYes. Bud asked me to have you wait for him in the East-view Room. He should be with you in about five minutes.ā€ Maria escorted me down the hall and into a large conference room. I went to the long bank of windows and admired the views of the campus between the leaves of the green Connecticut woods. A minute or so later, there was a brisk knock on the door, and in walked Bud.
ā€œHello, Tom. Thanks for coming,ā€ he said with a big smile as he offered his hand. ā€œPlease, sit down. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, juice?ā€
ā€œNo, thank you,ā€ I replied, ā€œIā€™ve had plenty already this morning.ā€
I settled in the black leather chair nearest me, my back to the window, and waited for Bud as he poured himself some water in the serving area in the corner. He walked back with his water, bringing the pitcher and an extra glass with him. He set them on the table between us. ā€œSometimes things can get pretty hot in here. We have a lot to do this morning. Please feel free whenever youā€™d like.ā€
ā€œThanks,ā€ I stammered. I was grateful for the gesture but more unsure than ever what this was all about.
ā€œTom,ā€ said Bud abruptly, ā€œIā€™ve asked you to come today for one reason ā€” an important reason.ā€
ā€œOkay,ā€ I said evenly, trying to mask the anxiety I was feeling.
ā€œYou have a problem ā€” a problem youā€™re going to have to solve if youā€™re going to make it at Zagrum.ā€
I felt as if Iā€™d been kicked in the stomach. I groped for some appropriate word or sound, but my mind was racing and words failed me. I was immediately conscious of the pounding of my heart and the sensation of blood draining from my face.
As successful as I had been in my career, one of my hidden weaknesses was that I was too easily knocked off balance. I had learned to compensate by training the muscles in my face and eyes to relax so that no sudden twitch would betray my alarm. And now, it was as if my face instinctively knew that it had to detach itself from my heart or I would be found out to be the same cowering third-grader who broke into an anxious sweat, hoping for a ā€œwell doneā€ sticker, every time Mrs. Lee passed back the homework.
Finally I managed to say, ā€œA problem? What do you mean?ā€
ā€œDo you really want to know?ā€ asked Bud.
ā€œIā€™m not sure. I guess I need to, from the sound of it.ā€
ā€œYes,ā€ Bud agreed, ā€œyou do.ā€

2 A Problem

ā€œYou have a problem,ā€ Bud continued. ā€œThe people at work know it, your spouse knows it, your mother-in-law knows it. Iā€™ll bet even your neighbors know it.ā€ Despite the digs, he was smiling warmly. ā€œThe problem is that you donā€™t know it.ā€
I was taken aback. How could I know I had a problem if I didnā€™t even know what the problem was? ā€œIā€™m afraid I donā€™t know what you mean,ā€ I said, trying to exhibit calm.
ā€œThink about these examples, for starters,ā€ he said. ā€œRemember the time you had a chance to fill the car with gas before your wife took it, but then you decided she could fill it just as easily as you, so you took the car home empty?ā€
I thought about it for a moment. ā€œI suppose Iā€™ve done that, yes.ā€ But so what? I wondered.
ā€œOr the time you promised the kids a trip to the park but backed out at the last minute, on some feeble excuse, because something more appealing had come up?ā€
My mind turned to my boy, Todd. It was true that I avoided doing much with him anymore. I didnā€™t think that was entirely my fault, however.
ā€œOr the time under similar circumstances,ā€ he went on, ā€œwhen you took the kids where they wanted to go but made them feel guilty about it?ā€
Yeah, but at least I took them, I said to myself. Doesnā€™t that count for something?
ā€œOr the time you parked in a handicapped-only parking zone and then faked a limp so that people wouldnā€™t think you were a total jerk?ā€
ā€œIā€™ve never done that,ā€ I said in defense.
ā€œNo? Well, have you ever parked where you shouldnā€™t but then run from the car with purpose to show that your errand was so important that you just had to park there?ā€
I fidgeted uncomfortably. ā€œMaybe.ā€
ā€œOr have you ever let a coworker do something that you knew would get him into trouble when you easily could have warned or stopped him?ā€
I didnā€™t say anything.
ā€œAnd speaking of the workplace,ā€ he continued, ā€œhave you ever kept some important information to yourself, even when you knew a colleague would really be helped by it?ā€
I had to admit, I had done that.
ā€œOr are you sometimes disdainful toward the people around you? Do you ever scold them for their laziness or incompetence, for example?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know if I scold them,ā€ I said weakly.
ā€œSo what do you do when you think others are incompetent?ā€ Bud asked.
I shrugged. ā€œI guess I try to get them to change in other ways.ā€
ā€œSo you indulge the people who report to you with kindness and other ā€˜soft stuffā€™ you can think of in order to get them to do what you want? Even though you still feel basically scornful toward them?ā€
I didnā€™t think that was fair. ā€œActually, I think I try pretty hard to treat my people right,ā€ I countered.
ā€œIā€™m sure you do,ā€ he said. ā€œBut let me ask you a question. How do you feel when youā€™re ā€˜treating them right,ā€™ as you say? Are you still feeling that theyā€™re a problem?ā€
ā€œIā€™m not sure I know what you mean,ā€ I replied.
ā€œI mean this: Do you feel you have to ā€˜put upā€™ with people? Do you feel ā€” honestly, now ā€” that you have to work pretty hard to succeed as a manager when youā€™re stuck with some of the people youā€™re stuck with?ā€
ā€œStuck?ā€ I asked, stalling for time.
ā€œThink about it. You know what I mean,ā€ he said, smiling.
The truth was, while I thought I knew what Bud was saying, I disagreed with what I thought he was implying. I was trying frantically to find an acceptable way to defend myself. ā€œI suppose itā€™s true that I think some people are lazy and incompetent,ā€ I finally replied. ā€œAre you saying Iā€™m wrong about that ā€” that no one is lazy and incompetent?ā€ My inflection on ā€œno oneā€ was too strong, and I cursed myself for letting my frustration show.
Bud shook his head. ā€œNot at all. Iā€™m talking about no one else now but you, Tom. And me, for that matter.ā€ He paused for a moment. ā€œSo what do you do when youā€™re confronted with someone you believe is lazy or incompetent?ā€
I thought about it. ā€œI guess that depends. I suppose I get after some of them pretty hard. But some people donā€™t respond well to that, so I try to get them going in other ways. Some I cajole, others I outsmart. But Iā€™ve learned to keep my smile with most people. That seems to help. I think I do a pretty good job with people, actually.ā€
Bud nodded. ā€œI understand. But when weā€™re finished, I think youā€™ll feel differently.ā€
The comment unsettled me. ā€œWhatā€™s wrong with treating people well?ā€ I protested.
ā€œBut youā€™re not treating them well. Thatā€™s the problem. Youā€™re doing more damage than you know.ā€
ā€œDamage?ā€ I repeated. A rush of worry flushed my cheeks. Attempting to keep my emotions under control, I said, ā€œIā€™m afraid youā€™re going to have to explain that to me.ā€ The words sounded too combative, even to my own ear, and my cheeks flushed all the more.
ā€œIā€™ll be happy to,ā€ he said calmly. ā€œI can help you learn what your problem is ā€” and what to do about it. Thatā€™s why weā€™re meeting.ā€ He paused, and then added, ā€œI can help you because I have the same problem.ā€
Bud rose from his chair and began pacing the length of the table. ā€œTo begin with, you need to know about a problem at the heart of the human sciences.ā€

3 Self-Deception

ā€œYou have kids, donā€™t you, Tom?ā€
I was grateful for the simple question and felt the life come back to my face. ā€œWhy, yes, one actually. His name is Todd. Heā€™s 16.ā€
ā€œYou remember how you felt when he was born ā€” how it seemed to change your perspective on life?ā€ Bud asked.
I strained to find my way back to the memories of Toddā€™s birth ā€” through the pain, through the heartache. Diagnosed at a fairly young age with attention deficit disorder, he had been a difficult child, and my wife, Laura, and I clashed constantly over what to do with him. Things had only gotten worse as he grew older. Todd and I didnā€™t have much of a relationship. But at Budā€™s invitation, I attempted a remembrance of the time and emotion surrounding his birth. ā€œYes, I remember,ā€ I began pensively. ā€œI remember holding him close, pondering my hope for his life ā€” feeling inadequate, even overwhelmed, but at the same time grateful.ā€ The memory lessened for a moment the pain I felt in the present.
ā€œThat was the way it was for me too,ā€ Bud said. ā€œWould you mind if I told you a story that began with the birth of my first child, David?ā€
ā€œPlease,ā€ I said, happy to hear his story rather than relive my own.
ā€œI was a young lawyer at the time,ā€ he began, ā€œworking long hours at one of the most prestigious firms in the country. One of the deals I worked on was a major financing project that involved about 30 banks worldwide. Our client was the lead lender on the deal.
ā€œIt was a complicated project involving many lawyers. I was the second most junior member of the team and had chief responsibility for the drafting of 50 or so agreements that sat underneath the major lending contract. It was a big, sexy deal involving international travel, numbers with lots of zeros, and high-profile characters.
ā€œA week after Iā€™d been assigned to the project, Nancy and I found out she was pregnant. It was a marvelous time for us. David was born eight months later, on December 16. Before the birth, I worked hard to wrap up or assign my projects so that I could take three weeks off with our new baby. I donā€™t think Iā€™ve ever been happier in my life.
ā€œBut then came a phone call. It was December 29. The lead partner on the deal was calling me. I was needed at an ā€˜all handsā€™ meeting in San Francisco.
ā€œ ā€˜How long?ā€™ I asked.
ā€œ ā€˜Until the deal closes ā€” could be three weeks, could be three months. Weā€™re here until itā€™s done,ā€™ he said.
ā€œI was crushed. The thought of leaving Nancy and David alone in our Alexandria, Virginia, home left me desperately sad. It took me two days to wrap up my affairs in D.C. before I reluctantly boarded a plane for San Francisco. I left my young family at the curb at what used to be called National Airport. With a photo album under my arm, I tore myself away from them and turned through the doors of the terminal.
ā€œBy the...

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