Last weekend, two of my friends -- both of whom live in the same building -- invited me their pool. When I arrived, I called each on their mobiles to let me in. No answer. I buzzed their apartments -- no answer of course, they were both at the pool. I buzzed and called for about five minutes until, getting nowhere, I finally followed another condo resident into the building to speak to the concierge and explain my predicament.
"I can't let you in," was his terse response. "I'm not allowed."
"I know that. I'm not asking you to but how can I reach my friends?" I replied.
"There's no phone at the pool. You'll have to buzz them."
"I tried buzzing them. They're not in their apartments."
"Then call them." Anger. Rising.
In these situations, I've learned it's better to walk away than turn into the Incredible Hulk. So I spun around and muttered sarcastically: "Thanks for being so helpful."
That's when he started yelling and accusing me of being rude. Now, I try to be nice but when someone is clearly is a first-class douche, all bets are off. I lost it, started yelling and called him an asshole, among other things -- fucking idiot, if memory serves.
The problem here, it seems to me was twofold: a breakdown in civility and a disagreement between us about what the man's responsibilities entailed. He had undoubtedly been handed a list of rules from the condo association or the management company he works for. Breaking those rules might lead to him being reprimanded or fired. I get that. But my view is the man's job is, ultimately, to be as helpful as he can -- within reason -- to residents and visitors. He didn't have to let me go to the pool -- and I didn't ask him to. But he could have offered a solution, for instance, for me to wait two minutes until the second concierge (there are usually two at the front desk) returned, at which point one of them could have gone to the pool to notify my friends I'd arrived. But he didn't. In his view, he had learned the rules and was going to follow them to the letter. The rules, I assume, didn't specify he needed to go to the pool, therefore he didn't need to go to the pool. Case closed: rules simply trumped civility.
An aside on the issue of civility, when you walk into a store and you're looking for a particular shirt in your size, you ask the clerk for help. Help can sound like "let me check in the back," "let me call our other store," or "sorry, we don't, but we do have this other lovely shirt in your size."
Help is not: "No."
Back to rules, I've run into a similar situation in the ad agency world. Most clients have brand guideline documents that outline the dos and don'ts related to their logo, color palette, and tone and manner of copy. Many clients -- and some on the agency side -- view these guidelines as rules akin to the Ten Commandments: they must not be broken, under penalty of death. But there is a difference between a rule and a guideline.
People may get into a lot of trouble for breaking the rules. But we can also sometimes get into bigger trouble for simply "following orders." One of the many qualities that presumably differentiates us from other members of the animal kingdom is our ability to understand the difference and evaluate the consequences of each.
It's not that rules aren't important. But so are civility, respect and common sense.
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