I work 60 hour weeks. Not all of it spent coaching. Some of it is on admin stuff and a chunk of it on equipment etc.
I like hanging out with my wife and my daughter.
I find my work meaningful. And the 60 hour weeks while taxing have something useful to show for it. My clients are stronger, healthier and enjoy their exercise sessions by virtue of training with me. Me spending that hour doing what I do does tangibly improve quality of life for those around me. When I spend 3 hours rummaging around a scrap yard, sit in a welding shop or lathe, the equipment that is a result of this saves my business money and results in a better product that clients enjoy using for years.
When my welders spend hours talking to me and making something and finally see the object in action, they feel pride in their output.
My coaches should feel happy they get to work with the clients they have. They should look forward to coaching and spending that hour training people.
My clients look forward to the hour of training. That hour of work I do is a hour of fun for many. And its an hour of work that is better off existing than not.
There is zero unnecessary paperwork. I would argue we could use more management or administration and marketing for our gym. But I can’t imagine making up things for my team to do to fill a certain quota of imagined work hours needed.
When conversations about quantum of work come up, I really don’t understand why we cannot discuss what it is that we are working towards and does that work actually need to exist. And does that work actually need the quantum of time our doyens of industry say it does.
More importantly if the work was meaningful or enjoyable, people might want to step up to the plate and do more of it without all the peer pressure, fear or perception, politics or just feeling the need to look busy.
When someone spends the least amount of time they need to get something done to get paid, it’s generally a sign that the work is a means to an end. And the end is not usually found in a cubicle. And the end for me is me ranting to my wife over early morning coffee or laughing about the periodic table with my daughter at 8 pm.
I like hanging out with my wife and my daughter.
I find my work meaningful. And the 60 hour weeks while taxing have something useful to show for it. My clients are stronger, healthier and enjoy their exercise sessions by virtue of training with me. Me spending that hour doing what I do does tangibly improve quality of life for those around me. When I spend 3 hours rummaging around a scrap yard, sit in a welding shop or lathe, the equipment that is a result of this saves my business money and results in a better product that clients enjoy using for years.
When my welders spend hours talking to me and making something and finally see the object in action, they feel pride in their output.
My coaches should feel happy they get to work with the clients they have. They should look forward to coaching and spending that hour training people.
My clients look forward to the hour of training. That hour of work I do is a hour of fun for many. And its an hour of work that is better off existing than not.
There is zero unnecessary paperwork. I would argue we could use more management or administration and marketing for our gym. But I can’t imagine making up things for my team to do to fill a certain quota of imagined work hours needed.
When conversations about quantum of work come up, I really don’t understand why we cannot discuss what it is that we are working towards and does that work actually need to exist. And does that work actually need the quantum of time our doyens of industry say it does.
More importantly if the work was meaningful or enjoyable, people might want to step up to the plate and do more of it without all the peer pressure, fear or perception, politics or just feeling the need to look busy.
When someone spends the least amount of time they need to get something done to get paid, it’s generally a sign that the work is a means to an end. And the end is not usually found in a cubicle. And the end for me is me ranting to my wife over early morning coffee or laughing about the periodic table with my daughter at 8 pm.