It was a hot summer day back in the late 1990's. The surf was 8 to 10 feet with an occasional 12-foot set. Most of the beaches in the area were flying a red flag (Danger - do not enter the water). I was lifeguarding in Tower 1 at Salt Creek that day. Because Salt Creek is a heavy surfing beach, we were flying a yellow flag. In retrospect, this may have been a mistake. It is much like miscommunicating the level of severity or danger around a project to your team.
It's moments like these that you better know how to be a good marketing lifeguard.
For those of you who don't know the ocean, the height of a wave is measured from the back. So what you say? Well, you have to understand what a wave looks like and how it works. As a wave moves to shore, it pulls the water in front of it into itself. This means that the front or "face" of the wave is taller than the back of the wave (see diagram to the right). Loosely translated, this means that a wave is about 30% taller in the front than the back. Thus, an 8-foot wave looks like it's over 10 feet. A 10-foot wave will look like it's 13 feet tall.
Waves in business often show the same characteristics. The official situation is usually a lot worse than most folks understand. It is only when you are staring it in the face do you realize that you are about to be thrown into a wash cycle that will make your head spin. Rule #1 - understand how to size up a potential disaster. Oh, and while you are at it, you also better know the contour of your "beach" as well. A 10-foot boardroom disaster coming down on a reef is much worse than a nice soft sandy bottom.
For those of you who are more on the visual side, let me help you get a sense of what it is like to swim or paddle into a 10-foot wave. All you have to do is lay on the floor and look up to the top of the wall in your office or house. Most ceilings are 8 to 10 feet. So, just imagine a wall of water that is 2 to 3 feet thick and taller than your ceiling coming down on your head. Now imagine turning your back to it and paddling with it so you can stand on a surfboard and zoom down the face and get into the tube (picture to left is from Salt Creek).
In business, you can do the same. Most really bad situations reach above your boss to his or her boss. To get a sense of what it is like to walk or run into a business wave, just pull out your organization chart and look two levels above your boss. Imagine getting called into a small conference room or on a conference call with those names asking some very specific questions. Now imagine not seeing the phone call or Outlook meeting invite until it was too late.
So, back to the really hot day on the beach. I had just exited the water from a previous rescue. I was pulling off my swim fins and wrapping up my rescue buoy. Just then, an older fellow asked me where he, his family and grandkids should swim. I pointed in the direction of Monarch Beach Cove, which is about half of a mile down the shoreline. The natural jetty from the cove protects it from most swells that drive the big breakers at Salt Creek.
The gentleman then asked me the name of the surf break we were standing directly in front of. I informed him it was called "Gravels". He asked why. I simply stated because the waves at this part of the beach pound in shallow water, and the sheer force from the impact churns up tons of tiny rocks from the sandy bottom. If you get caught in the tube and go over the falls of the wave, you will plunge into what feels like a hailstorm of gravel. The locals frequent this break because surfing it is a badge of honor. He thanked me and went on his way. I thought that was the last I would see of him. Wrong.
Have you ever had one of those eerie conversations in the halls of your office. The new guy asks you a few questions about a the big ACME project. You give specific advice and stern warnings, but know darn well as he is walking away that he heard about 20% of what you said because he was thinking about what he would have for lunch. Your subconscious brain is sending flares and warning flags, but your conscious is telling you that probability is on your side.
So, back to the beautiful day at the beach. A few hours later, I spotted a small boy jumping into the shoreline break with his boggy board and no fins. With surf that big, the pull of the water - even at the shore - is tremendous. He was sucked out in seconds into a rip tide. Moments later, I saw Grandpa and what looked like the boy's father going in after him. Please insert the sick feeling in your stomach. This had the makings of a classic multiple victim drowning. I quickly called the rescue in on my radio and jumped off my tower with my fins and buoy to sprint towards the water. I estimated that I had about 120 seconds before all hell broke loose.
Luckily, one of my partners heard my radio call and ran down the beach to assist. He went after dad, and I took Grandpa and the child. I reached the victims about 75 yards off shore (yes, they can be pulled out that fast in a rip tide). I had the boy ditch the boogie board, and I began to tow them both in via my buoy. We were pounded by no less than 6 waves over our heads in the process. To be frank, there was a moment during this rescue that I thought none of us were going to make it. Luckily, everyone survive.
Most potential victims are not that easy to spot, and most potential boardroom disasters are not that obvious either. To the inexperienced lifeguard, most situations may seem to just pop up unexpectedly. One moment the kid was swimming fine, and the next he was impersonating a barnacle. In reality though, most lifeguards see that the victim is in trouble long before the victim does. That is the difference between a preventative measure versus a full blow rescue.
This is much like business. Most of the time, you should have seen it coming. All the signs were there. But your lack of training allowed things to sneak up on you in the boardroom, and by that time, it was too late to do anything but get hammered. So, to help you avoid that next career-ending (or at least limiting) disaster, here are how lifeguards spot the victims before they know they are drowning:
Staring at the shore: If one of your swimmers has a fixed gaze on the shoreline and keeps his back turned to the oncoming waves - you have a problem. Usually this means he is considering waving for help, or at a minimum, he is trying to figure out how he will swim back in. He is most likely getting exhausted. The fact that he is not looking at the oncoming waves means he is not experienced. A veteran would body surf it in, or at a minimum use its momentum to push himself toward the beach.
This is much like your young project manager who got in over his head. He is no longer figuring out how to move the program forward. Rather, he is looking for excuses to explain delays and the most recent snafu. He is not willing to admit that he can't effectively chart a course out of this mess....yet. But, if you give him 2 more weeks, he will be sucking in so much sea water that it won't matter anyways. Swim out and give him the buoy. Tell him that it happens to the best of us, and that it's better to be a tad embarrassed for a week than have a dead career.
Dragging the elbows: When a swimmer gets tired, he gets sloppy. He slowly stops kicking his feet while swimming and begins to rely on just his arms. Then his arms get tired. The stroke flattens out, and the elbows begin to drag every time they bring their hands forward in the swimming motion. Get running now! This guy will be bubbling under in just minutes. The tank is empty, and when the engine stalls, the body will sink fast - so fast that if you scan the horizon one more time, you may not see him when you look his way again.
This can be one of your best people, or it could be one of your "C" players. Biting off more than you can chew is not a prejudice mistake. Anybody can push themselves a tad too far. Know of anyone burning the midnight oil for too many weeks on end? It may be Jenny Smith who is sending you "update" (translation: CYA) emails at 3 AM. It may be Bob Rogers who thought the best way to get a promotion was to pick up the work of the employee who quit on top of his own workload. Either way, he is about to run a stop sign and plow into the telephone pole with a burrito in his lap and a 42-oz. Super Big Gulp of Mountain Dew all over the window.
Sit down and help him put a priority list together. Postpone the non-essential items. Determine what needs to be done to complete the "A" deliverables. This should help remove the feeling that he is flying down a steep hill totally out of control. Then, make sure you talk with him about not becoming a victim of himself. It is better to do a few things incredibly well than a bunch of things below average. Oh, and remind him that no good decision was ever made when exhausted .... except the one that starts with "go" and ends with "sleep".
Hair in the eyes: This is usually your young swimmer. He usually is not exhausted. He has either drifted too far from shore or he just got dunked pretty good by a wave. Either way, he is scared to death. He has one goal - get to the shore and do it FAST! When somebody hits that primal level of panic (insert internal voice saying "Oh my god, I am going to die out here!"), he turns off all non-essential functions. Swim baby, SWIM! One of these non-essential functions is pushing his wet hair out of his eyes so he can see clearly when he swims. That is not important if he knows that all he wants to do is swim toward that big chunk of land - and do it fast.
Enter your brand new MBA. Although he can run a spreadsheet that would make you cry with joy, he has not grown out of the safe world of text books and core teams writing a paper. It is much like the rookie quarterback in the NFL. He knows how to make the reads and throw the ball - that is not the problem. It's the fact that the game is moving much faster than he expected, and the big guys are much BIGGER than they used to play against while at Wake Forest. By the second week, he is starting to screw up obvious steps in the program because he is overwhelmed.
The best way to solve this is the old swimming trick of the buddy system. Help the kid get to shore. Calm him down. Remind him that he is a strong worker, but he needs to take it slow. Then make sure that the next time he goes out, he has a buddy (enter his mentor). Preferably, somebody who knows this beach and can be there to chat with if things get a tad spooky for a moment or two. By the end of the summer, you will have a budding new local on your hands.
A last look: Here is my final note of caution. Make sure you are on your best behavior while lifeguarding. You never know who the victim may turn out to be. The elderly gentleman I saved on that fateful day was Congressman Robert Dornan. The next day on the radio he was sitting in for the vacationing Rush Limbaugh. Best of all, he talked about how I rescued him and his grandson from what was most likely certain death.