“I’m yours, Lurch. My heart. My soul. My bank account.” – The Addams Family
If it’s 2% milk, what’s the other 98%?
I generally try to be an upbeat person. I’ve got good reason to be. So far, at least, most of the worst things in my life have led to most of the best things in my life. And it seems the worse the initial event is, the better the final outcome.
The track record is pretty good. I’m optimistic. Heck, with a small thermonuclear war, who knows how good things will get for me!
Optimism is one of my personal keys to life. And it’s key to my relationships.
One thing I’ve learned (besides the fact that cats float but don’t like it) along the way is this: what I get out of my relationships is just like my job or any other aspect of my life. The more that I put into the relationship, the more that I get out of the relationship.
“I have become Fluffy, Destroyer of Worlds.”
Stephen Covey called this the Emotional Bank Account®. I put the little ® there in this case because Stephen Covey ® almost everything under the Sun.
The idea of the Emotional Bank Account™ is simple: every relationship that you have is one where you’re either doing the things that build the relationship or doing things that cause the relationship to fade faster than Johnny Depp’s career.
A ramen noodle warehouse burned down. Dozens of dollars in inventory were destroyed.
This is a simple and important concept. In my career I’ve worked in lots of different office environments and seen lots of different characters that quickly developed an overdraft situation with me:
- The Complainer: There’s a problem with everything, in the view of a Complainer. It’s like working with Goldilocks, but the porridge is never, ever the right temperature. There is no topic that isn’t complained about. Heck, if they were the manager of the Tesla® plant, they’d complain that the place smelled musky.
- The Helpless: Helpless people simply cannot do any particular task, and need help each and every time they do it. If you allow it, they’ll pawn off as much of the task to you as they can, each and every day. What’s the name for a collective parasitical group of people like this?
- The Woe-Is-Me: This is a perennial victim. Everything in their life that’s bad? They’re not responsible for it. How bad is their life? They have to shop at Wal-Martyr®.
- The Untrustworthy: Think you’ve told them a secret? Soon enough the entire office knows. And untrustworthy people who use marijuana are worse. They’re guilty of high treason.
- The Emergency Room Doctor: Everything has to be done now – it’s all urgent. And there’s a sense of criticality about even the most mundane tasks. I mean, if your parachute doesn’t open, why panic? You’ve got the rest of your life to fix it.
Those people are draining. Don’t be one of them. How do I know this? Once I was going through a rough patch, and was slipping into Woe-Is-Me. I could sense from my friends that I had ridden that pony a little too long, or maybe I needed to up my deodorant game. I decided to stop complaining.
Then The Mrs. complained that I don’t buy her flowers. I have no idea when she started selling them.
I decided that if I had a problem worth complaining about, I’d deal with or shut up. Even my best friends have a max tolerance level for dealing my emotional complaints. The Mrs. is even more direct. When I whine, her only comment is: “And what, exactly, are you going to do about it?”
Oddly enough, though, I found that (in most circumstances) when I’m a positive person, people like to see me around more. They ask me for help. They offer help. My account balance is full.
It’s not just at work. It’s not just my friends. It’s my family, too. If every interaction that I have with them is negative, people aren’t exactly happy when Pa comes home.
Hopefully, this knife joke wasn’t too edgy.
Being a positive, productive, trustworthy person? When times are good, it’s important. When times aren’t good?
Maybe even more important. And when we talk about wealth, being surrounded by good, trustworthy people is wealthy, indeed.