Here’s a good question of the day for you…. Am I the only one who still feels like a child? I don’t mean the child-inside stuff, playing with toys and childish behavior. I mean like you are a child surrounded by adults; or are surrounded by people senior to you and are the new kid in the room.
As an example, the company that I manage some properties for built a 20-unit condominium development when I was still a direct employee of theirs. As part of managing that business venture, I also managed the condominium association. Last year, when the condo association transferred from the control of the developer (or declarant control) over to the association, I was asked to stay on as a member of the board of directors, and to continue to “pay the bills” as the secretary/treasurer for the association. Last night, we had a board meeting… and we are all equals. The board appreciates the detail in the minutes, and the detail and care I put into the financials and recommending budgets. However, as I drove away from the meeting last night, I got that same feeling that I am the “wet behind the ears” new guy. You know the feeling, you go to some social event with the parents where they introduce you to people they know… or in business, you go to some event with the boss as the new guy and you get introduced to others but understand your role is more passive in nature.
Is this just me?
If I was the new guy, this would make more sense. However, I have been involved with this condo association longer than any of the owners… and the same amount of time as the original owner/developer.
I still have this feeling when I go to large conferences, like the affordable housing conference I went to this summer, or the apartment association conference I am attending next month. I feel like I am the new guy, surrounded not by peers, but by people I am junior too. As an elected leader of my chosen industry (I am the current president of the Wisconsin Apartment Association), this feeling of being surrounded by people senior to me makes little sense.
I am 41 years old, I am actually my dad’s employer (boss if you will). And that works when on the clock. But when off the clock, I am still the little kid whose job it is to hold the flashlight and stay out of the way. Don’t get me wrong, my dad does nothing to make me feel this way… it is just that feeling. It is hard to describe.