![]() Look to the future by focusing on customers, for without them, no one will have work. Research shows that congeniality trumps competence when push comes to shove. When cuts loom, the first thing to do is act like a survivor. It’s mostly a matter of coolheaded planning, they observe. In this article, Banks, a former HR executive at Chase Manhattan and FleetBoston Financial, and Coutu, an HBR senior editor and former affiliate scholar at the Boston Psychoanalytic Society and Institute, describe how to improve your chances of survival. While layoff decisions might seem beyond your control, there’s plenty you can do to make sure you retain your job. He had died three weeks earlier while driving a notoriously tight and twisty stretch of road between Chimanimani and Mutare along the Biriwiri River.Ī few days ago, I received the dreadful news my good friend Shane Kidd of the town of Chimanimani in eastern Zimbabwe had been killed in a car accident.As the economy softens, corporate downsizing appears almost inevitable. Before the shock and the enormity of the news had settled upon me, I regretfully responded, “Shane must have had died as he lived, fast and furious.” I know that stretch of road well, having myself driven at reckless speed along it, hoping to shave off minutes from the sometimes two hour drive. Shane was renowned for the fast speeds he managed to coax out of his various vehicles. ![]() It wasn’t until that night of hearing the news, when in bed did the immensity of the grief fall upon me and swamp my thoughts. I couldn’t believe he was dead and he was no longer alive. I’d always thought of Shane as invincible. Sadly, it was twenty two years ago when I saw him last, when I visited Chimanimani. We never remained in touch and as far as I’m aware, he didn’t use social media. However, through the years, via conversations and contact with our mutual friends, I have been aware of what he was up to and how he was doing. I could easily imagine how he would have faced his impending death, with his customary courageous impassiveness, uttering in his distinctive deep voice with his Zimbabwean lilt (which I was always envious of), “Oh fuck!” With sleep eluding me, I found myself wondering about his last moments of life and hoping against hope he didn’t suffer. Shane and I forged a strong friendship in 1990, deep the Mozambican wilderness of the Chimanimani mountains. I inveigled myself onto a prized four day ‘mountain trip’ with him and Doug Van de Ruit. In those days, crossing the border from the Zimbabwean side of the mountains to the far more extensive and wilder Mozambican side was strongly frowned upon by the authorities. This meant these trips were clandestine by nature and undertaken by invite only. Since neither of them knew me, I felt privileged to be joining them.Īs it transpired the four days I shared with them in the Chimanimani wilderness fundamentally changed my life. I was twenty seven years old then and I was working as the Chief Instructor at the small Outward Bound Centre at the foot of the Chimanimani mountains. I’d been working in the outdoors for just under ten years in the UK, Lesotho and South Africa, and because of my meteoric rise through the Outward Bound ranks, I believed I knew just about all I need to know about how to have an adventure. I clearly remember this particular trip with Shane and Doug as if it were yesterday. ![]() I smile as I write this, recalling the horror on their faces when they saw me turn up at our meeting point with my humongous rucksack on my back, packed full of everything I thought was necessary for a safe exploration of the mountains. I was dressed for the occasion too with hefty mountaineering boots.
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