The following is an expert from my regular column on Harry’s Five O’Clock Magazine, “A Man. A Mustache. A Mantra”:
If wartime had an equivalent in the corporate ladder, General Alexander Shaler was the type who shimmied up that thing so fast, all you had to do was blink and he was suddenly your boss. The expertly mustachioed man had a reputation for wise military maneuvering and intelligent instruction. Never one to go easy on his charge, Shaler was the type of drill sergeant that gave the term its chops. The general asked a lot of his men, and his men gave freely in turn. Because – as many of you reading this in the confines of a centrally heated office probably know – a good boss is a boss you want to work for, even if you go home feeling like you’ve been rung out like a wet towel.