Risk, Fear, and Failure

This is a managerial topic, as in how to get your team to work more effectively.

Early in the managerial career, the training is about securing resources, practicing planning skills, and keeping things organized. On any day, I would be happy to take a solid manager who knew how to do these. In fact, many spent their entire managerial career honing their skills on them. These are the people who knew exactly how to do thing right:

Let’s have a through requirements written down, design it properly, think through all ramifications, reviewed it with domain experts, implement it with high disciplines, QA the hell out of it, and not ship it until we are absolutely certain that all requirements are met.

Sadly, they also spent years hoping that one day he or she get to do a project with all of the above. He or she will die a happy person knowing The Perfect Project really exists. Most of them retired sad, defeated, and sour. There is always something wrong the prevented them to do the project right. Someone would screw up the whole thing. “Had that guy give me one extra month, I would have… could have… should have…” Regret. It bites.

Face it. Everyone has learned the lessons from IBM on how to do System/360. You compete with hundreds who have also read the Mythical Man-Month. They knew how to do things that was taught. If you are merely doing the same, you stand no chance winning. You might as well just pack your bags and go home. Today, to win, you must be faster, cheaper, and better. In fact, you need to do that just to survive.

It is about taking the right risks and synchronize the whole team behind the choice. Once you have done that, you created an unique, and hopefully effective, competitive edge against others (since they chose other risks).

So what are the risks?

  • Commercial failure: lost sales, missed IPO window, reduced income.
  • Regrets: that you made the wrong choice.
  • Damaged personality credibility: you did not delivered as you promised.
  • Damaged legacy (resume factors): that you wouldn’t have anything to show for and couldn’t land your next dream job.
  • Lost of peer respect: that everyone would know that you skewed up.

And fear is the emotion reacting to these risks. It cannot be reasoned with. The only way we human being know about dealing with emotion is to talk about it. The reaction to fear drive people to make different choices. Each member of the team would optimize differently. Although the project will still get done, since you are a good managers, it will not win, since other teams would have done it the same.

The most effective way to combat fear is to gain control over risks. A slightly less effective way is to understanding it. So in the “talking sessions,” strategize and discuss each risk and find a way to accept them, mange them, and, at least, understanding them. It sounds like a regular planning session and should be organized as one. As the facilitator, you must pay attention to the fear part, not the risk management part and bring them out to the open.

Final note. This whole process begins with yourself and your boss. Are you aligned with your risk appetite?

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No Chinese WP???

I have not figured out how to write blogs in Chinese after I upgraded WordPress version. If you know, please teach me. I am running WP 3.1.2, PHP5, MySQL 5.

That’s why all my Chinese blogs are garbled.

Stay tuned.

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Volunteer Park

Do you know where Bruce Lee was buried? What? You don’t care?!?! Man!

Volunteer park is tucked away in Capitol Hill and has a conservatory and a small Asian Arts Museum. There is an interesting sculpture that overlook the Space Needle.

There is a cemetery right next to this park. Find the entrance and look for the only plot, roughly directly facing the entrance, that has scrubs surrounding it.

Both Bruce Lee and his only son, Brandon Lee, also a KongFu movie star, were buried here. Those of us who grew up with Bruce Lee as our own super-hero would stand here, sigh, and give him our respect. Of course our female companions would not understand and would impatiently tolerate our sentiment.

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Girl Power

“I don’t promote man to management,” my friend, a CEO of a 100-employee company that does trading and services in Asia, said to me. I was astonished. “What if one is very good at management?” “Their failure rate is too high for me to consider,” he said. “Besides, I would never know, since it takes years to become a good manager and I never gave them the chance to begin with.”

This CEO is a man himself. He later explained that men used to make great managers when business was more combative. The intensity and drive of the male gender won wars. As the society moved to require more coordination, communication, and collaboration, men began to fail. He also observed that boys were more babied and sheltered. (It is the corner of the world that favors boys.) Girls tend to be tougher, dealing with stress and criticism better, and have better work ethic. He adopted that “woman only manager” policy about 15 years ago. It was, of course, an unwritten one. His staff, except of the head of sales, are all female. For the entire employee base, it was about 50-50 in gender split.

Usually, managers that discriminate end up losing, since better employees won’t work for him and his competitors do not discriminate. But my CEO friend, who is clearly discriminating, may end up winning, since if he is right, he will be more efficient. He may also have better managers than those managers who are fair.

That is. If he is right.

If so, does it make it right?

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Fireworks at the lake

The boats congregated into a roughly square formation in the middle of the lake. The gathering started very early in the morning and quickened after noon. At about 4pm, there are about 400 boats; I can imagine people hopping from one boat to another. Only smaller ones and water police could move around. From a distance, they behaved like an audience at an outdoor theater. The stage, probably several hundred feet in front of the square, is the barge that has waited for a couple of days by now. I can feel the excitement building in the air. Something spectacular is going on in this Lake Union.

Across the lake is the Gas Works Park. Everyday, it sits pretty displaying lush green grass. Today, around 10am, people started to blanket the grass. At about 2pm, with a powerful binocular, I saw a page from the Where is Waldo book, people everywhere. Scanning the shores of the lake found the same theme repeats. What’s with Seattle people willing to wait more than 12 hours for a firework show that starts at 10pm?

And I just perched at this high-rise balcony with a smirk. Man! I am going to sell tickets next year for this vantage point for July 4th fireworks at Lake Union.

My most unforgettable fireworks will have to be the 2008 Beijing Olympics. The opening of Giant’s foot steps redefined fireworks for the rest of the world. That show was meant to be watched on the TV screen through an air-borne camera. Beijing Olympic fireworks were also very directional: there are patterns that were not symmetrical, like simple pictures. Then again, I cannot really expect the City of Seattle to compete with the Country of China that intended to impress the world.

A couple of years early, I was in ShangHai during the Chinese New Year. At midnight, we stepped into the 10th-floor balcony and were assaulted by a city seemingly at war. Everywhere we looked, there were countless fireworks lighting up the sky. Conversations would be futile. I discovered that fireworks were generally designed to explode at about the height of 10th floor. Yes, they were literally in my face. The brightness was blinding and the sound was loud. We were mesmerized for a good half an hour and escaped back into the house to calm ourselves down.

Several minutes after 10pm, the sky above Lake Union lit up for about 20 minutes. First time, I watched fireworks over water and the play between reflection and sky was truly nice. Those on the boats would have a closer-up view. But I also cannot imagine the long wait even for this great show.

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USCIS v. USA

Jose Vargas proposed that if an illegal immigrant came into the country since young age and stayed long enough to earn a bachelor’s degree, he should be granted legal status. He did not do this out of altruism; he is one such person himself. This Pulitzer prize winning journalist came to the country at 12 and used fake documents to gain employments and other necessities of life, such as getting a driver’s license.

He clearly, and admittedly, broke laws. USCIS, formerly known as INS, has the right to deport him back to Philippine, where he came from. Americans are proud to be the land of the laws and usually righteous. Jose did wrong and it is as clear as black and white. On other criteria, though, he is clearly an asset that any country would love to have. His contributions to the US have exceeded many, many legal residents or citizens.

The US has this dichotomy on immigration. Every year, millions of Mexican cross the border and enter into the generally lower rung of the service labor segment. At the other end, at a much smaller number, wealthy, well-educated, or highly skilled people tried, legally, to enter the country and got rejected. The US has the general attitude of everyone is trying to take advantage of this country, exploiting its social welfare system, get free education or medical care, or to under-cut its orderly labor market with unfair competitive tactics. “Immigrants do not play fair,” many think. “Therefore we cannot compete with them.”

Jose Vargas epitomizes this contrardiction. A disadvantage young boy worked his butts off to stay in this country and ended up a top-notch journalist. Many of his fellow Americans were well shielded and needed not to work as hard. Statistics show that first generation immigrant disproportionally achieved higher in the US. It seems obvious that without immigrants, there won’t be those high achievers and the society will ended up lowering its average. Right?

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Ballard Locks

John McGraw stands at the busy intersection of 5th, Steward, and Westlake. He always faces the trolley station, officially Seattle Street Car. No doubt riders and tourist would walk up and study the inscription on the pedestal on which he stands. They would learns that this is the statue of the second governor of Washington State in late 1890s. In addition to side with Chinese against vigilantes who tried to deport them, he also advocated for the construction of Ballard Locks that connects Lake Washington to the Pacific Ocean.

Officially Hiram M. Chittenden Locks, this complex engineering project started operating in 1917. For 94 years, it allows ships to go out to the ocean for business and come back for clam protection. It has a fish ladder on the side to allow salmon to swim up back to spawn. The time to watch salmon will be from July to October, September at the peak. The lock engineers designed the attraction water &dmash; swift flow mixed with seawater against the fish — so that salmon will find the ladder. The fish gradually turn red when they are in the freshwater. Once up the streams, they lay thousands of eggs and died soon after. Seals and other predators learned to feast here; there are so many fish that it seems you can walk across the water.

Watching the boats going in and out the locks are fun too. Once in the locks, water rises or falls so quickly. Then the gates open and everything is fine. It is the elevators for boats.

Lockspot Cafe is an old fish and chips place right outside the entrance. Not bad if you are in the mood for Locks memories. Otherwise, venture into Ballard for more refined restaurants.

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Chrome Book, yet another thin client

The battle between thick- and thin-client started in the mid-80s. At one corner was the Unix camp who led the technological innovation and was pushing a new thing called X Windows: a desktop standard for all Unix workstations. Over the other corner were Apple and Microsoft doing PCs with (then) rudimentary desktops. The Unix people came up with a great idea: a very cheap display-only device with practically no computational power connected to a big hunky server in the machine room. They call that X Terminal. That industry, short lived, made many millionaires in silicon valley. And everyone thought the battle was over. Thick clients won. X Terminal disappeared.

Several years ago, Sun Microsystems introduced SunRay display client, the same X Terminal with some new twists. It accepts a smart-card as the authentication device, and has global session migration. Insert your badge into any SunRay and, viola, whatever you were working on — email, presentation, documents, whatever — magically show up on the screen. Remove your badge and the screen just goes blank. Your badge became your computer. We were imagining every hotel rooms or coffee shops to have such device. Of course you knew what happened to Sun Micro. The SunRay project was not dead, but is probably in zombie zone in the deep of Oracle. That was yet another death for the thin-client.

I watched the news of Chrome Book with great interest. Isn’t this yet another resurrection of the dead thin-client?

Is it a fatal flaw for a computer to require a tether to the cloud? When all connections are off, my Kindle, iPad, laptop, etc. are still quite usable. I can read, write, or be entertained with them in offline mode. Except for my email messages, all my files fit into a $30 thumb drive that practically every computer would accept (not iPad, alas).

Finally, Chromebooks cost around $350 or more. You can easily buy a netbook with that. Laptops these days are really not expensive. Why would anyone pay more (or not less) for less?

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Back to Beijing

fatigue

Truth is, I never left. Three years ago.

Several of us arrived around the same time. Us transient people of this great city from else countries, drank the city in by the fire hoses. We, like all transient people, experienced the trickling out. I left them behind in 2008.

At a great catch-up get together, Friend mentioned the “Beijing fatigue.” Like a lover, this city drives you so crazy that you must leave, once in a while for a while. But you knew you cannot really leave. You will be back.

It is a gorgeous day from the hotel window. Sigh..

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Air Rage

On one of my recent flight to SFO, soon after landing, as the very moment the seat-belt light turned off, a passenger sprang up and ran to the cockpit area. He talked to the attendant and got what he needed, a slim garment bag on hanger. He then attempted to return to where he was sitting, about 10 rows behind.

By that time, passengers and their carry-on bags have filled the narrow aisle. Ten rows has become very far. I was standing around mid-way and wondering how he would maneuver. In normal situation, passengers fetch their garments while the plane was descending and just hold on to them on the laps. This person knew enough to have his garments in hanger, deposit them when he boarded, but did not fetch them early. He looks mid-fifties with a face of determination. I wonder what would I do in this situation?

Most likely, when I realized that I have missed the window to fetch the garments, I would simply sit in my seat and wait for those in front of me to de-plane.

This guy became combative. He pushed and cussed and was just rude to those who did not yield fast enough. Either he left a precious thing unguarded on his seat or he was in a big hurry. Harsh words exchanged, cusses flew back and forth, but he won at the end and successfully de-planed with a tote and his precious garment bag.

When I got to the gate area, the garment guy was casually standing there doing not particularly anything. Now I was miffed. “What was your big hurry, man?” I thought to myself and kept on walking. That’s when a small hell broke out.

A tall and buff guy was now in high animated motion and loud shouting at the garment bag guy. I kept walking and honestly was amused and pleased. I did not regret not doing it myself, it is not my thing. I was sure glad that someone was giving the garment guy a piece of our collective minds.
The garment bag guy was obviously stunned.

SFO soon resumed her nonchalant flow, as if nothing happened.

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