I like being a manager of people. I enjoy working with my team and seeing them succeed. Even when people leave, if they are going on to a better job or to something they want to do, I am happy for them. I like being able to make a difference in how we get things done. Those are the fun times of being a manager, the bad times are when you have to deliver bad news or correction to someone who you work with. Those times just plain suck! Even telling someone who isn’t a very good worker they need to shape up comes with stomach pains and it is even worse when you have to give good people bad news. You hear about companies who hire hatchet men or women to come in a clean house. I don’t know how those people can sleep at night. It must require heavy sedation or lots of alcohol to put your head on the pillow and not hear the ringing pangs of guilt in your ears to have that job. I am sure that many of them justify what they do and see it as a necessary service. Whatever the reason they make up, I can’t imagine ever being someone who does that for a living. I like the fact that when my head hits the pillow at night I can smile about my day instead of dreading reliving it. Or maybe that is my way of justifying myself.