Author: Mike

  • Managers as Ecologists

    I have recently been gripped by what I consider is a very powerful idea and I would love to share it with you, in the hope that you might ‘Yes and‘ it (make it better/ enhance it) and perhaps explore it in practice at your business.  ‘Business Ecosystem’ is a much abused term. I find that many CEOs and senior management use it as buzz phrase to mean their organisation structure (typified by their organisation chart).
    In the most common misuse it depicts no more than the chain of command or the boundaries of blame.

    What might happen if corporate managers reframe their roles to understand their organisations more like natural ecosystems and set about being stewards of understanding what needs to thrive in that ecosystem and helping to establish and sustain the conditions to support the organisation’s vision?

    This is simply a first pass at this idea. Enough, I hope to get the early adopters amongst you thinking more deeply about this approach. More will follow.

    Disclaimer: I cannot be held responsible for the untold learning and outright wonder that this information may unleash in your life.  Proceed at your own caution, but enjoy it. 

    A Word About Ecology.

    Ecologists are interesting  people.   Geeky (i.e. intelligent and obsessive)  for sure, but interesting. They study nature at various scales. The stuff that lives in it and the stuff that lives on them and so on.  They think about the conditions in which life exists in the space they are studying ( those conditions that most of us wouldn’t give two hoots about like how much nutrient is in the earth, what puts it there etc).

    Ecology is painstaking. It all starts with a study of what is present in the space under study and how those components are related. This is complexity in action.
    In natural ecosystems, ecologists talk  of food webs and chains, nutrient flows etc.  All of which point to how energy in the system flows (through death, decay and being eaten by some predator).

    It all starts with a Picture.

    Artist’s rendering of the complexities of the Gulf of Alaska marine ecosystem. Image courtesy of Exxon Valdez Oil Spill Trustee Council GEM (Gulf of Alaska Ecosystem Monitoring and Research) project. Click for a larger version.

    This picture is, as you may have guessed, from the Exxon Valdez oil spill case. Take a moment to really look at this picture. It has a lot of detail. Go on, get comfortable with it.
    What is it saying to you?

    But why all this effort for a picture. Well one word…understanding.  Very deep understanding of the forces at work in the system. Understanding of the subtle and delicate balance that exists between apparently independent components.  With understanding comes wisdom, with wisdom comes better informed and more responsible action.

    Let’s test just how much understanding you have gained from this picture alone.

    Let’s say I asked you to suggest ways to help salmon thrive, purely from the detail in this picture, what might you say?
    Or what might we do to increase the population of rare sea birds?
    What if I asked you to imagine another potential spill occurring around the center of the picture, what might be the immediate likely risks and how might we need to respond to minimise it?

    The point is, you can make a pretty good set of suggestions and recommendations (and you likely aren’t an expert, geeky ecologist!) just from this picture – let alone the deep underlying data that went into creating it.

    Beware Social Engineering

    Now before you freak out and accuse me of advocating social engineering, let me say that in the brave new world of business agility – in which we are seeing the biggest challenge to traditional management since the industrial revolution, the role of management needs clarification.  Coaches and ‘thought’ leaders talk of ‘servant leadership’ and ‘change agents’. All that is well and good, but still managers are generally befuddled. The rise of self organising teams to solve complex problems has only amplified the need to get the role right

    I am suggesting that management can  be that part of the organisation that is specifically tasked to pay attention to the conditions  under which work is done.
    They can understand what they should be measuring and monitoring (like water quality to understand health of fish stock!) and measure them effectively (and efficiently). They can explore the feedback loops that will be most effective.

    The beauty of an ecosystem  based management approach lies in where it leads the curious and engaged mind.
    It leads the ecologist to follow the threads of interdependence, encouraging them to widen the boundaries of their ecosystem until they form a clearer, richer  picture of the real dynamics that exist in their organisation.  It leads them to ask ‘what should our ecosystem be optimised for and why?’ (goals!).
    It leads, if you let it, to a more holistic and human view of a deeply human system that is often deeply dehumanising. It may lead to more joy at work.

    Note of Caution:  Using this approach is , of itself,  neither good nor bad. It is informative.  It rests with a healthy organisation to hold itself accountable to act ethically and not use the visibility that an ecosystem based management provides to megalomaniac ends.

    The Metaphor Only Goes So Far.

    But it goes far enough to be useful.  Be creative about how you consider this methapor, particularly about:

    Food Chains.
    In natural ecosystems, the primary way energy is released or transferred is by predation (i.e. something eating something else).  Now hang on, I’m not advocating that you start feeding on your colleagues.  What might be the analog of ‘food’ in your organisation? What forms the ‘energy’ of your organisation.  In many that I work with, it is information.

    The ecologist is part of this picture.
    Usually, the ecologist is studying a system as an observer (unless they are studying systems with human components that include them) . In this approach, the managers are part of the ecosystem they are tasked with studying and understanding. The other living components of a corporate ecosystem are other human beings, with opinions , feelings and the ability (and intelligence) to articulate them. So ecosystem management here is more about doing things with the the ecosystem vs doing things to the ecosystem.

    My Challenge To You.

    Hopefully I have described the basics of my idea well enough for you to do something with it. I would like you to consider these as next steps.

    • Draw a picture of the components in your ecosystem (start with your team as a space under study) – look at living (e.g people, pets, plants) and non living components (e.g code, servers, food!)
    • Identify what represents the things that are exchanged (the energy that is flowing) – what is the primary thing (e.g money, information, code?)
    • Identify how your components are related and interdependent. If it helps, consider who influences whom and how?
    • Then, think for a minute about something you would like to see improved in your ecosystem (for example, attitude to risk, reduce blame) and see if you can identify how your picture might need to change to help this improvement emerge.  If you can’t, try reworking the components and relationships until you can.

    It’s worth it.

    Drop me a line @mhsutton on twitter to let me know how you get on or if I can help you think it through.  I’d be delighted to.

     

  • People Are Mostly Good (or How I lost My Keys, Shat a Brick and Was Saved By The Kindness of a Stranger)

    I recently had an experience that reminded me that people are mostly good. In fact, good people (i.e. people who do good things, often instinctively)  are everywhere.

    I hope this helps remind you too.

    Warning: This account involves mild to moderate panic, spontaneous anger, latent aggression and scheming that would put Wile. E. Coyote to shame.  Enjoy.

    Life is Not a Walk in the Park

    It was a lovely West of Ireland day (which basically means ‘sunny with an ever-present threat of lashing winds and rain’) and my family and I decided to take a walk on the Salthill promenade, via a little play park  – so we could exhaust the boys on the kids play things.

    Somewhere on this walk, the seeds of my frustrating night were sown. I must admit, I was a grumpy old man on this walk – as though I knew of the impending doom!

    After about 90 minutes of hanging out with my family and with the weather turning unfriendly, we headed back to the car park to head home for some dinner.

    The Keys! The KEYS! Where the hell are the Keys?

    I reached into my jacket for the familiar feel of my car keys, but alas, there was nothing but pocket liner and a used tissue! ‘Don’t panic Michael’ – wailed my inner voice (full of panic).
    The future unfolded in my mind  like a horror movie that I was forced to watch.

    As everyone does in this situation, I searched every pocket and even ones I thought I had – NOTHING!  I searched again and again, as though the keys were playing an impromptu game of hide and seek with me.  Not a trace, nada!

    My facilitator mind kicked in.  I grumped to the lovely Katharine that I lost the keys and that I needed to retrace my steps. She needed to look after the boys so I didn’t have to worry about them.

    Katharine: ‘Are you sure, have you checked your pockets’
    Me: [Angry, very angry] ‘Of course I’m sure, I’m not some kind of nincompoop’ (aside from losing keys, of course).  

    I set off retracing our steps (which thankfully were not many and the light was still good). No sign of the bloody keys.

    What started out as mild panic turned into a potential diplomatic incident (I am a Brit in Ireland after all).  We called the Garda (the cops, the fuzz, the old bill) to let know them that we had lost keys and please could they call us if anyone handed them in. Then we headed off to a café to contemplate the consequences and figure out our options over a latte and a panini (must we starve as well as panic?).

    The Bogeyman Has The Keys and Will Soon Have Your Car and your Life.

    People are mostly good, I believe that almost wholeheartedly – I have experienced enough of the goodness of people to know.
    I say ‘almost wholeheartedly’ because when faced with this situation, I chose to believe that some nameless, faceless mastermind criminal had found the keys, knew that my car was parked in this specific car park and clearly intended to come back later to steal it.

    Katharine and I went over the options.
    This was a rental – so the most I would lose would be the insurance excess – aside from the bloody inconvenience of making claims , revoking cards (Katharine’s handbag was in the car also) and the like, this was acceptable. I could get replacement keys on Monday (today was Saturday), so the singular issue was how to secure the car and prevent the evil Criminal Mastermind from pinching it.

    Forget the limited financial loss, I was shitting a brick that the Criminal Mastermind would win the day. I visualised how he would vandalise my car, violating my space. Whatever options I had, I had to stop this from happening.

    Good People Make Your Problem Their Problem

    One of the first things I did was call the rental company (Avis in Shannon). A very nice guy – Patrick –  answered and I explained the situation to him. He thought about it and , I’ll remember this for a long time, he said “Our options for this problem are…”.  The inclusiveness of himself in my problem was heartwarming. He immediately made me feel less alone.  He could have given me the company policy of “You are liable [blah blah blah]”. But he didn’t.

    Patrick was magnificent. He called locksmiths on my behalf, spoke with the car recovery company and basically sprung to action on my behalf.

    Good People Think About You and With You

    Of course, my house keys were also unavailable (I had locked them in the car too!), so the challenge of how might we get back into the house was a real one.  We called our landlady to get her parents’ number – so we could get a spare from them (because she lives in a different town to us).  We explained the situation and she was so empathetic.  As it turned out, she was in town and offered to come pick us up with the spare key . We agreed to be picked up 45 minutes later (it was during this time we had our light , hasty supper).

    Our lovely landlady – Emer, newly wedded ( no kids,  very hip chick) – shows up in a family sized car with 2 child seats!!   In the time it took to come into town, she had somehow commandeered a car with child seats so that my children could travel home safely.  I was lost for words, Katharine was speechless (a rare treat!). Our love for Ireland just got upgraded!

    Good People Don’t Seek Recognition

    I’ll save you the detail but here is what I tried/considered to secure the car in the car park…

    • Hire a clamp and clamp a wheel till Monday
      Didn’t happen, couldn’t figure out where to rent a clamp (might be a business opportunity to explore though)
    • Hire a tow truck and tow the car home (spent a good deal of time on this with a tow truck guy)
      Didn’t work because the car park has a height barrier that prevented the tow truck from coming into the park.
    • Sleep in the car park overnight and keep watch over my car
      Are you kidding me!?
    • Immobilise the car by letting the air out of two of the tyres – late breaking idea from my neighbour!

    Finally, as I was about to leave home to let the air out of the two of the tyres, the phone rang.  It was the Gardai.

    Garda: Mike Sutton?  I have some good news for you.

    Me: Oh wonderful, someone found the keys?

    Garda: Yes, Fella just walked in and handed them in.

    Me: Fantastic, what was his name, I would love to thank him, maybe buy him a pint.

    Garda: Oh, he didn’t leave his name. Just walked in.

     

    All’s Well Ends Well

    I have never really understood what this actually means. All wasn’t well , even if it did end well!

    However, this experience led me to reflect on how I came to not expect that people would be good, by default.
    How did I conjure up this Bogeyman (aka Criminal Mastermind)?  Why did I choose to indulge in the fantasy that , despite my experience to the contrary, he would triumph and had to be stopped.

    It also got my inventive juices flowing. I imagined a device that you could put on a keyring and never had to again suffer the indignity of not finding lost keys. These guys beat me to it.

  • Moore's Law Requires Species Maturity.

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    No, You’re not imagining things. That is a 64gb micro sd card. It’s smaller than the smallest coin in British currency (5 pence coin).

    Technology holds the key to our collective future, perhaps even our survival as a species.  But only if we are mature enough to use it.

    I still don’t have enough stuff to put on the card.

  • Sometimes I just want to sit and contemplate.

     

    Sometimes a dude just wants to bask in some sunlight and sit in quiet contemplation.

    Can you dig it?

  • Agile coach as recogniser of courage

    An Audience for Courage

    At my current client, we have a weekly Scrum Master Community of Practice meetup. This week on the agenda was an experience report proposed as the results of an experiment. So far, so good. I was sold on it – anything with experiment that didn’t involve animals and/or genitals was fine by me.

    Anyway this Scrum Master tells a story that to me sounded like exercise in complicating the simple, he highlighted many deeply dysfunctional practices that exist in his team. No reviews to speak of, month long sprints, hardly any retros etc.

    The assembled community members were stunned at some of the things he shared. Unfortunately I couldn’t stay for the entire thing.

    I caught up with some of the members later and overwhelmingly they all said it was a tremendously courageous thing to do. To bare one’s dysfunctions to an audience one hardly knows (the community is young and memberships has not stabilised).

    Agile Coaches recognise and acknowledge courage.

    So today, I went to this SM and told him how much I appreciated the risk he took and that he demonstrated immense trust and openness to his peers in sharing his experience and seeking help. He was taken aback, I don’t think he expected anyone to do this. His reply convinced me that despite the monstrosity of mega-corporations, there are individuals who will rise above the pettiness of self-interest, take risks to build trust and grow sustainable communities.

    He said ‘we have to start somewhere, so why not with me?

    In many organisations, we have institutionalised what we recognise. In rewarding delivery competence, we have undervalued learning and the relationships that foster community. We have made it harder for people to be courageous and to take risks to help their teams, communities and companies grow (and I mean knowledge and goodness growth, not merely financial!).

    Coaches need to be good observers of courage and be explicit in their recognition of it (if not publicly, at least privately to the individual concerned).

    So I challenge you to look around your team or work colleagues and seek out the examples of courage amongst your colleagues and celebrate them in whichever way makes sense to the person. What would your organisation look like if you did this?

  • Agile coach as connector.

    A little story I wanted to share, about making a difference without realising it.

    Today, around lunchtime, as I was heading to the coffee area to get a cup of joe, I noticed a team (one I had met briefly) in a presentation. The title had caught my eye through the glass fronted room.

    A ‘User Story Mapping’ presentation, led by one of their business analysts. This chap had been in a 3-hr workshop I had run as ‘Agile for System Analysts”. We had done some very basic story mapping in that workshop but hadn’t completed it, however I told them to connect with the BA on the team I was on to learn from him if they were interested and thought no more about it.

    Anyway, I walk pass, stop to read the title and consume the slide – my gawking caused a fair amount of laughter in the room and I was invited in. The team was really pleased to have me sit with them and help their BA talk through  the topic. I soon established that they were thinking of using the technique on some new work and this was their self learning series on it (the first of its kind – something again learned from the team I coach!).

    Learning Comes Full Circle

    After some really abstract slides the guy showed, I suggested the most useful way to connect this might be to see concrete examples. I ran back to the BA on my team to print out one of his story maps. To my sheer delight, he told me he had already shared this with the BA on the other team (totally different part of the organisation) during an hour long session they had to talk through the technique!!

    To see various aspects of this strangely unconnected organisation start to make these connections and little burning embers of passion radiate their knowledge so generously to others and get them fired up was tremendously heartwarming.

    As coaches, we often don’t build software, often the rewards of our efforts elude us or are reaped long after we have left, but if we are lucky, we glimpse the difference we make and for that we must be thankful.

    Have you had a similar experience?  I’d love to hear about it.

  • Art, Craft and Inspiration

    A Question, A Long Flight and Time to Think

    I work with brilliant bunch of curious people.  The folks at Bigvisible (this is not a plug for them, but they really do rock! Check them out sometime).  We have a hugely rich dialog on Yammer and on our internal work support email.

    Once such thread was enquiring on Art.

    What is Art?  What is the relationship between Art and Craft –  is there one?

    I have often pondered this myself – and I don’t feel the conversation on my work thread sufficiently answered it for me – at least not in a way my brain could relate to.

    On my recent flight from London to San Francisco – I had the perfect storm of time and desperately boring and emotionally retarded seat mates (that or they were both Benedictine monks sworn to a vow of silence!). This presented a great opportunity for me to sit and think about this topic.

    Those who read my blog, not many I admit, would know I generally speak from my gut, more informed by intellect and heart than citations from the recorded word of others.  I don’t often cite books,  studies and stuff (unless that’s your kink!). So don’t expect any weird citations of how many cats and baboons can paint.

    As I sat in my cramped United 955 airlines seat (exit row – great leg room!) I considered the topic and this is what I found.

    Art is Thought

    Art is creative thought.  It exists only in the mind of the person having it.  It is singly and entirely contained in the mind of the artist.  I’m not proposing that every thought is Art.  I am saying that all Art is thought – entirely. Got it? Good.

    From Leonardo’s Mona Lisa  to Munch’s Scream.  From my doodles in my notebook during a unneccessary meeting to the delightful creations of Ruben – my 3-year-old son.  It’s all thought.

    And thought is intangible. There is nothing to hold, behold or condemn.  It simply is.

    Art does not mean good, valuable, beautiful or imply any such attributes at all. It merely means something is created and not necessarily something brand new either.  I can think of something radically different from anything that has gone before or simply a  novel interpretation of the old. But if it results in anything that doesn’t exist in the world in exactly the same way, shape or form – then it is Art (hmm…I might have to read that bit again!).

    As a connected side note – I think it is impossible to have absolutely original creative thought,  impossible for Art to be unconnected to something that has gone before – be it other Art, a problem, something in nature, people – whatever. Impossible.

    Craft Is Expression

    If all Art is nothing more than thought and thought is intangible then why can I admire Henry Moore’s bizarre but beautiful sculptures. Why can I walk around them, caressing their form and consume them as Henry intended?

    The moment Art crosses the border of being intangible to being expressed – craft happens.  Craft is how  Art is expressed in order for it to be consumed.

    More accurately, craft is the act of expression – not the output of expression.  It is the ‘doing’ not the ‘thinking’ ; the ‘how’ not the ‘what’.

    Craft covers any and every form of expressing Art – writing, painting, physical acts (of love, hate, anger etc) – if it is driven by a creative thought – it is Craft.

    All Craft is connected to Art – either directly (for example, when artists paint or improvisers jam) or indirectly (think production line of millions of cars – many years after the design is created!).

    Inspiration and  the Magic of Feedback

    So if Art is thought and Craft is expression what happens when Art is expressed and consumed?

    Well, that bit is inspiration.  Inspiration is what happens when Art is consumed.

    Inspiration can result in more Art, more expression of Art or simply expression ( a clap, a smile or the spontaneous acts of love and other emotions etc).

    Not all Art inspires, not all Inspiration comes from Art. Perhaps it is possible to not have any reaction to an expression of Art – I cannot imagine that.  Even a raised eyebrow at Tracy Emin’s untidy bedroom (replete with post coitus stains) is an action inspired by consuming it.

    Is there more?

    This exploration has provided enough of an answer for me to not have to think about this any more, at least for now.  I have shared only enough of what I thought about to help you understand where my head is at.

    There is more on this topic – examples mostly and I would love to sit, drink, think and talk through this with anyone who is interested (and well past closing time too!). There is also the minor issue of where Art sits in relation to Science (which I have mentally crafted but not expressed – muhahaha, now I have cooked your noodle)

    For me, this realisation has opened my mind to many other possibilities (inspired me!). Basically it is all Art, in some way or another. Everything we have in our lives, in the world is directly or indirectly from Art.

    One lingering question for me is how much Inspiration is springing from all this Art,  and what might the World be like if we had the greatest possible Inspiration from all the Art that is expressed around us?

    What has it made you think about?
    How might it change how things work for you from now on?  I really would love to know.

    So comment please or better still let’s discuss on Twitter or in person (I’m at SFAgile2012 in San Francisco until June 6).

    Thanks for reading and be well.

     

  • Getting Sweaty – My First Bikram Yoga Experience.

    Q: How do you take a 3000 year art form, freely practiced by millions and turn it into something new,  proprietary and lucrative?

    A: Simplify it and add heat exhaustion.

    I love food. Not in a pig-like ‘swimming in food’ indulgent way, I enjoy the pleasure of cooking, eating and socialising around food. Food has always been easy, I’m one of those people who throws stuff together and it tastes yummy.  I learned this from my mama.

    Exercise, on the other hand has always been hard. Even the stuff I like doing like aikido or spinning or weight circuits have been truly labours of love.

    Recently I turned to yoga as a way of staying flexible,  keeping fit in body and mind – I travel a lot and yoga seemed like the thing that I could do anywhere.  Specifically I do vinyasa style yoga which, through a mixture of movement and breath control, helps you get sweaty and your heart rate up.  The discipline to maintain posture and balance is something that seems to get better over time.

    Well, when I say sweaty – I really mean ‘moderately’ perspiring. ‘Sweaty’ needs to be redefined when you start doing Bikram yoga.

    Bikram is a style that involves 26 postures (fairly basic ones) each done twice. Each practice sessions consists of working through the postures over a 90 minute period.

    Oh yeah, and you do this in 105F (40+ celsius!) degree heat.  If the numbers are confusing, lets just say that is hot – very hot.

    Sweaty does not begin to describe how much water leaves your body during a bikram session. In fact you sweat so much, you need to bring 3 towels.  One to lay on your mat during the session to soak up the sweat and prevent from slipping and sliding all over the place – even with a yoga mat.  Then you need one for actually soaking the sweat off your brow,  your hands, ankles, shins and pretty much anywhere you need to grip to actually do a posture.

    Once you’re done in the class and with both these towels now totally soaked, you need the third for a much needed shower.

     

    Beyond Sweat

    Prior to this class, the longest single yoga session I had done was an hour – without added hat exhaustion.  So, it was no surprise that by 45 minutes into the session I was totally exhausted (mostly from the heat though),  I quickly got beyond the sweatiness and into the postures – most are quite simple (even if my current dimensions and inflexibility prevent me from achieving them).  The heat does add a little something to the mix.  I found I was able to stretch much easier (whether this was because of my increased blood flow or the lightheadedness – I dunno)

     

    Stick to The Drill

    The instructor is a Cuban emigré galled Daniel – a really nice dude.  He knows what the postures should look like, he’s great at explaining and demonstrating how to do them effectively to get the designed benefit.  But I think there is a script that he has mastered  as we work through the 26 postures.  I guess when you run 4 – 5 classes a day, you get a script.

    Daniel doesn’t do the session with the class though, he literally instructs it. I guess when you run so many sessions a day, you can’t really physically afford to do every one.

    All in all I would do Bikram regularly. The studio had a 30 day trial deal for €50 and I will use as much of that as I can , beyond that it gets a little pricey and I may just do it four times a month in addition to my daily vinyasa practice.

     

    Would I recommend it?  Absolutely! 

     

    Thanks for reading 🙂  Have you tried Bikram yoga? What do you enjoy about it?

     


  • Aerlingus Rocks or Linchpins are like Unicorns or 'How Mike Almost Missed His Flight'

    Ok, so I know I’ve bitched about the quality of Aer Lingus food in the past and maybe also about their tardiness.

    But, you know, when it really counts, Aer Lingus absolutely deliver. Above and way beyond expectation.

    Let me share my story with you.

    Today I was due to catch a flight from Shannon in sunny Ireland (yes, that’s right, I said ‘sunny’ and ‘Ireland’ in the same sentence) to London Heathrow. And I was running late. Very late.

    Driving faster than is permitted on any grade of road in Ireland (often times, twice as fast – FYI, this is not a confession that is admissible in any court), my mind begins to identify my options. I call my wife Katharine (aka – the Eye in the Sky) to do some searching for later flights, alternates plans.

    19 minutes to departure.

    Arriving at the airport, I’m convinced there is no hope and the next conversation was going to be what the next flight out was tonight. All hope was surely lost. To make matters worse, although I had checked in, I hadn’t printed my boarding pass – so the only ID I had was my passport and a smile.

    Running to the check in desk, I approached the lovely Roisin, announcing ‘Please be my angel, I need a miracle!’. I handed her my passport and she bounded off her desk and said ‘I need a radio!’.
    (This in hindsight seems like a TV commercial moment, but I assure you it happened just like this)

    15 minutes to departure.

    Roisin disappears behind some doors (a little bit like the Wizard of Oz, but with doors), emerges and dashes across to another desk (clearly radios are in short supply). She then calls out to me from a short distance (at which point, I’m practicing my ‘downtrodden’ face).
    Instead of announcing what I knew to be true but didn’t want to believe – that I had indeed missed my flight, the lovely Roisin said to follow her – she was taking me through to the gate!!!! Wooo-fucking-hoooo!

    13 minutes to departure.

    We pass through security, Roisin vouching for me at the boarding card check desk. I don’t think I have stripped off everything quite so quickly. We are met at the gate by another totally awesome Aer Lingus ground crew ( we were bolting for the flight at this point and I missed her name – I think it was ‘Sarah’).

    11 minutes to departure.

    Sarah asked for my boarding pass and I announce, rash faced that I hadn’t printed one. Without batting an eye ( or in any way visibly recognising that I was, without a doubt, the dumbest passenger she had ever encountered), Sarah led me to another desk and quickly hand-wrote a boarding card , tore it and handed me a stub.

    9 minutes to departure.

    I run out to the aircraft, sprint up the steps and make my way shamefaced along the aisle to 14D, at this point I’m sweating like a pig at a sausage factory.

    6 minutes to departure and I’m in my seat, buckled and totally not quite sure what just happened but absolutely thankful to whatever gods may be for this tremendous bit of good fortune.

    We depart on time and I’m writing this somewhere over the Irish sea in total gratitude to the absolutely graceful ground crew and staff of Aer Lingus at Shannon and the flight crew of flight EI386 to London Heathrow.

    Linchpins are like Unicorns.

    I’m intrigued by linchpins – people who go the extra mile to delight others (amongst other things). To meet one is luck, to meet two in the same day is a freak of nature. To have both working on my case and delivering a miracle is institutional.

    My takeaways

    • Always , always check-in online.
    • Try as best you can to travel with no check-in luggage.
    • Smile (it’s often the difference between a miracle and nothing).
    • Don’t be a douchebag, be respectful.
    • Trust that people will help, be humble.
    • Do the best you can to be in a position to be helped (run , drive fast to be in the night place) – luck and opportunity will meet you half way, so must you.
    • Oh, and try to have your boarding card printed beforehand, although Sarah didn’t show it, I’m sure she must have thought ‘Oh boy, what a hopeless case, how does he manage to dress himself in the morning!’

    Thank you for reading, I hope you fly Aer Lingus (yes, I am endorsing them AND no, they are not paying me to), at least I hope you are flying Aer Lingus when you are in a jam.

    Finally, I’d love your thoughts on this, has an airline gone way beyond the expected to delight you? What experiences of delightful service have you experienced?