So I’m about to board my flight to SF and I’m thinking I just want a nice, enjoyable, non-business, non-product management book.
Cue Tina Fey’s Bossypants.
I was thinking it’d be a nice, easy read. And it was.
But then I couldn’t help but make Something of it anyway, because that’s what I do.
So here’s the stuff I dogeared* and pretended pertained to a bigger picture:
LESSON #1: How to be a good boss? “In most cases being a good boss means hiring talented people and then getting out of their way.” (If you come away from the Tina Fey School of Management with one thing, make it this.)
LESSON #187 (her numeration, not mine): “You can’t boss people around if they don’t really care.”
LESSON #3: “You’re in competition with everyone.” Not just other [insert your own demographic]
LESSON #4: “Producing is about discouraging creativity.” This one needs some explanation. Fey offers: “You may have an occasion where the script calls for a bran muffin on a white plate and the Props Department shows up with a bran cake in the shape of Santa Claus sitting on a silver platter that says ‘Welcome to Denmark.’.. And you have to find a polite way to explain that the character is Jewish.” Shipping means curbing some things.
LESSON #5: “The show doesn’t go on because it’s ready; it goes on because it’s 11:30.” i.e., just ship it already.
LESSON #6: “Harvard is classical military theory, improv is Vietnam.” Harvard comedy writers, specifically, because Fey worked with people from both backgrounds. And alongside this metaphor, she goes on to say: you need both – structure and chaos; logic and play.
LESSON #7: If a photo shoot photographer asks if you want to hook up your iPod for background music. “Do not do this. It’s a trap.” There’s probably some metaphor here. If not, just remember about the photo shoot. Seems important.
LESSON #8: And, lastly, may all of us and all of our children be led “away from Acting but not all the way to Finance.” Because never all the way to Finance. Anything but Finance, for godsake.
*dogeared, rather than my usual underlining, because my packing “very light” list for moving to SF didn’t include a pen**