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It didn’t take long. I figured it was going to happen within a couple days, but indeed it was really just a couple hours. And as a human monkey (and a turfhead to boot), I’m prone to mistakes and even, yes… failure. So when a young (and amazing) superintendent whom I did some soil tests for early in the year wrote me an email today it made for a really good moment of introspective guilt. I don’t want to violate the confidence of personal email communication, but I think he might not mind if I post a couple of sentences. “I found your comments interesting and it must be very disconcerting to not have clients or people you’ve spent time helping return calls or emails. I have had the same general experience in my dealings with you this spring and summer.” Ouch. And I quickly responded with my admission of guilt and my utter cluelessness that I had somehow missed the boat with this particular super. In my mind, I had given someone I perceived to be a good thinker some space to think. And if I missed a call or an email, I honestly can’t remember. That’s really no excuse. And all I can do is offer to make it better. I knew, when I wrote my previous Zealot post, that I was sticking my neck out. I also knew that a lot of people who know me might be trying to figure out which one of the A, B or C Supers that they are. And for sure, I never would want to write something like that to be spiteful. After all, Turfheads, above many other forms of life, have the ability to choose. And I respect that. Very much. Along those same lines, I don’t think that anyone, in any part of any business really should have a sense of entitlement when it comes to respect. Respect is earned and it is a fire that must have fuel added to it by virtue of doing the right thing. So saying to a client, “I do and I do and I do for you and this is all I get”, probably is a way right out of having clients. I don’t think that anyone, in any part of any business really should have a sense of entitlement when it comes to respect. Respect is earned and it is a fire that must have fuel added to it by virtue of doing the right thing… Looking inside (way inside), whether I want to believe it or not, I’ve dropped the ball. A bunch. I have this habit of getting my head down, thundering away and keeping all the squeaky wheels oiled. No matter how hard I work, or think I am working, now and then and sometimes more often, something gets by me. Never happens to you? Please. Sure, I could blame, my ADHD or my other multiple ailments, but in the end, good pitches sometimes get by me. The email that I got today made me look inside and that’s good. And then I took a look at my rantings for yesterday and it made me understand that maybe I didn’t have the real story or (shudder) know everything. In the case of Superintendent A, perhaps I did all I could do and that my work was appreciated. I’d like to hear that, but maybe I should trust that his net value is indeed figuring it all out. Superintendent B may actually like me. And maybe what I should be doing is not really listening or even participating in the gossip.

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