I got called an elitist a little while back. I was at a social thing—I think normal people call them ‘parties’. I call them ‘opportunities for me to make an ass of myself’. Here’s the conversation:
Other person: My friend got fired last month. Totally unfair.
Me: mmm hmmmm
I was hoping that’d end the discussion without making me sound disinterested.
OP: He worked really hard. Like, 70 hours/week!
Me: How’d he do?
OP: What do you mean?
Me: Was his work really good?
I start getting a sinking feeling I should’ve shut up.
OP: I dunno. I just know he worked like a dog.
Me: Yeah, but if his code sucked…
OP: So what?
Me: Uhm. It’s just, if he worked that hard, that’s great and all, but if he never finished his projects…
OP: What are you, some kind of elitist?
I got a beer at that point and slunk off.
I have a lot of respect for effort. I have more respect for results. You’ll get better results, every time, from a happy, motivated team that does a fantastic job 8 hours/day. If you have a frazzled team that’s trying to muddle through in 12 hours/day, it’s not going to be pretty.
I want the former, not the latter. If that makes me an elitist, I guess, so be it.
More about this tomorrow.