It is not easy to “catch up” on sleep during the day; the phrase “catching up”, if you ask me, does not apply to sleep.

And believe me, I wish it was possible.

Most nights, the following routine applies. Your phone emits a series of screeches warning you that within minutes that sirens will sound in your area. Alas, that is what happens, generally 5 to 10 minutes after the telephone heads up.
Then, you can either go to the shelter, or, stay put.

A few minutes later (7 to 10 minutes), massive booms are heard. These booms are either Iranian missles landing or Iron Dome/David’s Arrow taking the missiles out.
There are no words which can describe the noise. Ten minutes of waiting after which it is safe to leave the shelter. (I no longer go the shelter in the middle of the night.)
All this happens two or three times at night-at about 10 pm, 3 am and 5 am.
Today at 4pm, we had to enter the shelter at 4PM. Everyone looked gutted.
The main complaints in the shelter include poor wifi, weak fans, noise that children make, and sarcastic comments like “are we winning”?

I am an avid reader-but I cannot read in the last few days. However, my house is very clean. My closet is orderly. Everything is, “fix-fox”-in perfect order. I even ironed the shirts that I had made for me in Uganda.

George is senile, so he walks very slowly, and often in circles. But he loves to eat and smell leaves. So, he gets about 6-7 outings a day. Or maybe, he is walking me.
I have relatives whose kids are in the service. They are nervous wrecks. Every incoming phone call, every knock on the door triggers fear.

As opposed to situations in the past, no one that I know questions the necessity of what is being done; left, right, centre, secular, religious, Jews, Arabs-wall to wall support for defanging Iran – albeit for very different reasons. Even the Turks support Israel, so that they can take an even bigger bite out of Syria.
The most amazing part of this all is that the Jordanian air force downs missiles headed to Israel, Israeli jets fly to Iran over Syria and Hezbollah, Iran’s proxy in Lebanon, hasn’t even thrown a stone at us.
We are witnessing a total transformation of the middle east.

I just hope that this ends soon.

I need to get back to the gym.

In Camus’ classic, L’Etranger (The Stranger), the hero Meursault encounters Salamano coming down the stairs with a dog, and remarks that the dog and his neighbour Salamano have come to look alike.

So much for the metaphor; when a consultant and an organization work together on change, not only does the consultant enable change for the client, the consultant himself undergoes a process of change. This is by and large a very positive phenomenon by which mutual adaptation occurs-augmenting trust.

Here are a few ways that clients have changed me over the years. One client taught me never to discuss ‘too much pressure’ because in this profession, if you cannot take heat, you cannot work in a kitchen. Once I learnt to work around that, my work was successful.

Another client taught me that install-plan-re-install-plan again-and fix was the only business cycle possible. Until I learnt this, I was almost fired. Once I learnt it, I stayed with that client for 15, driving huge change.

And finally, a client taught me that there is no such thing as a merger, just an acquisition. This lesson served me very well and over my long career, I have consulted 14 major acquisitions; and not one merger.

There are other changes as well. The consultant learn the client’s vocabulary (challenging=impossible), slang and informal mores. If language influences behaviour as Jacques Lacan claims, certainly the client’s “patois” (dialect) permeates the consultants’ perception of reality.

If a consultant is not changed by an organization, the danger is that too much background noise will develop, hindering the ability to foster the type of relationship that enables change. So, do not fight it. Leverage your client driven transformation to drive change. That is what the profession is all about-and it works in both directions.

1. Meetings have a bad rap, and the truth is that meetings are a good way to share information, foster cohesion, mitigate conflicts, air differences and deal with areas of overlapping responsibility. Yes, meetings are tedious at times and stray off topic but, meetings certainly beat long email threads. Don’t worry that people moan and groan about “another meeting”. They groan about rain as well.
2. People don’t read, they skim. Not because they are tired or overworked, but because of an outbreak of attention disorder due to excessive use of smartphones. If you cannot be brief, you don’t exist.
3. People complain about how hard they work, and how they are all “in a rush”. However, while people spend a lot of time at work, often they are surfing, texting, or playing busy. Almost everyone can do more work than they are actually doing.
4. Not all outputs at work are measurable. And assisting someone else to “score” can be more valuable than achieving your own pre-defined goal.
5. The more that roles, responsibilities and processes are defined, the more things will fall between the cracks and bucks will be passed. It is impossible to define away complexity.
6. All organizations are extremely political. Politics, the use of persuasion and power, can be used to further the goals of an organization, or to enhance personal power within an organization. So there is good politics and bad politics; there is never “too much” politics.

Veteran Canadian broadcaster Howard Schwartz interviews me on the strategy and tactics of the on-going effort to downsize the American civil service.

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/58p8x341zrhfr4a4vy924/An-axe-not-a-scalpel-Podcast-04-25.mp3?rlkey=m4e30guo4c6e9jejefhkgcbqm&st=c1ebga72&dl=0

1. Clients who don’t understand what OD is may want to know what the deliverables are up front before they sign the consulting contract.
2. OD consultants box themselves into a corner if they acquiesce and define measurable outcomes up front.
3. Clients who want detailed proposals are painting themselves, and the consultant into the corner of possible irrelevance.
4. What should the client do if there are no results whatsoever and they feel they are treading on water?

Let’s see how to deal with these issues.

1. Organizational Development does lead to concrete positive changes. Some of these changes happen unexpectedly; some can be planned. Many cannot be planned. “That’s the way it is”. The most meaningful changes happen incrementally, not in “one fell swoop”. Deliverables imply a concrete happening. Change which is set free by OD is a slow, palpable difference is the way things are done which cannot be well defined up front. It can be very partially defined with wide strokes, if needed, but not “set in stone”. Outcomes should be reviewed and revised at least once every two months. I recalibrate outcomes monthly.
2. OD is not measurable. Many things are not measurable, not only OD. Many things that can be measured are meaningless. If you want to hire an OD consultant who is ready to have you measure outcomes? You will hire a 3^rd rate consultant.
3. OD is not a software platform with a clear SOW (scope of work). The more that a proposal goes into fine details, the more likely it is that the proposal will NOT serve as an enabler, but rather as a hindrance with enables the needed flexibility to achieve results.
4. If this is the case, the match between the client and the consultant needs to end. Not every consultant can work with every client. As in all relationships, chemistry is critical.

20% of dogs who are sedated after the age of 14 die, never to wake up from the sedative. Thems is not good numbers.

Nevertheless, George’s halitosis was unbearable. When he yawned, he cleared the room. A Google search on canine health (I hate myself for doing that) revealed the dangers of neglecting a gum cleaning, even it entails possible death during sedation. There is a “easy” dilemma for ya. Reminds me of my dermatologist who chops off melanoma in situ from my body, while telling me that melanoma in situ is over-diagnosed.

George doesn’t care about his breath. I should have mentioned that. George suffers from canine dementia. He is incredibly old for a mid-size poodle yet he is in perfect health. Btw, that is very common on one side of my family: a very long life with all the marbles in disorder.

At times, George walks in circles; he bumps into walls on bad days. He has no sense of direction whatsoever. He gets stuck in corners or bumps into glass doors when the going gets rough.

Were this the case every day, I would have put him down long ago. A long life is not worth it if it entails suffering; that is true for me, and for him.

It is not because of egoism that I decided to risk teeth cum gum cleaning which he underwent today. George loves eating. He loves sniffing at leaves. When the wind blows, he sticks his head out to feel the air at its fullest. He has a will of his own. In the heat-he is unwilling to walk outside. Mid-day outings are a nightmare. In the morning and in the evening, he enjoys the outdoors, albeit his slow gait. A few times each week, he returns to his old ways; jumping up high when I come home, and running around the house, full of energy.

So, I decided to have his gums cleaned as well as removing hair in his ears under full sedation.

Dr Yuval told me that once George woke up, the admin would call me to pick up the boy, probably near noon.

At 11 am I could wait no longer. I went back to the clinic and paced back and forth, like I did when my daughter gave birth.

At 12.30, George emerged from the recuperation theatre. Clean gums; minus 2 teeth, smelling like a lily.

                                     All’s well that ends well-leaving the clinic

Post script.

It was a tough two days after the gum cleansing. The sedation really worsened George’s dementia and he was walking into walls as well as  getting stuck behind doors. It was necessary for me to pull an all nighter.

After 24 hours, he calmed down-after vomiting and crapping all over, again from the sedative. BUT he is fine now- and still smells like a lily.

Never forget, not only is a dog, your best friend, YOU ARE THE DOG’S BEST FRIEND. It is not a one way street.

“The entire community of Organization Development academics and practitioners in Israel stood on the shoulders of Itamar, small as he was in stature”. That is what I wanted to say as he was laid to rest today in Segula Cemetery.

I also wanted to thank him for all that he contributed to me, personally, before he was laid to rest. But I did that in my heart. As is not my habit- I kept quiet at Segula. The stage to talk was for Gaby, Dafna and Orit, his children.

We were professional and business partners for over 30 years. That is a very long time, considering that we agreed on very little, except of course how to practice OD.

As an ex- Argentinian, being on time was not critical for him; as an ex-Canadian it was (and is) very important for me. Itamar gave top-down complex (and brilliant) explanations cum interpretations. My style was/is far more down to earth and eclectic. Itamar was a brilliant academic, teacher and practitioner; I am a practitioner with no academic pretentions.

When I come to think of it, we also had a lot in common, which perhaps explains the 3 decades of partnership. We were both perfectionists when it comes to OD. We both backed our people when they erred. There was zero competition between us, and no backstabbing. Arguments, yes. Backstabbing, no. Itamar and I, luckily, shared a sense of humour and of the hundreds (and hundreds) of hours we worked together, at least 30% were spent laughing. We both worked very very hard, day and night, to do things “comme il faut”.

Yet-I haven’t yet made the main point. Itamar came to Israel without “connections” and initially without a full control of the language. (Itamar claimed that he spoke all languages in Spanish). Yet within just a few years, he had had an incredible impact on the practice of OD in the military, in civil society, and in academia. His impact on commanders, colleagues, students and clients was so phenomenal that I can do them no justice. He towered over the profession for decades.

Thank you, Itamar, from the very bottom of heart, for everything you gave to our country, the army, the profession and especially to me. I will be forever grateful. And the disagreements? Who can manage a 30 year partnership without disagreements, for heaven sake.

PS

Two Allon-Itamar stories

#1

Itamar-For this insurance policy, I need your date of birth.

Allon-1949

Itamar-Are you sure?

Allon-Are you trying to convince me I was born in another year?

#2

Allon- Itamar, I don’t understand what you have told me, and you have said it three times. Will you stop repeating yourself?

Itamar-I myself am just starting to understand.

What a character has departed from our midst!

Dear Howard was as smart as they come, had a great sense of humour, tough as nails yet humane with a huge soft spot, brilliant strategist, driven by detail, and excelling in managing very talented, extremely diverse and very opinionated people. And of course, he was a brilliant and very successful businessman.

Howard earned the name Chief to be sure.

The “tribe” of which he was “Chief” was diverse as diverse as diverse can be. Every language under the sun was spoken in his organization.  As a matter of fact, the UN was homogenous as compared to the Chief’s tribe. Howard was a master of getting the most of very smart people from all over the globe all focused on being successful.

Yes he was not perfect. Who is? Yet even when he was annoying, he was almost always correct. When we first met, I thought that his brilliance was his saving grace. But it wasn’t. He was a fine human being.

Our relationship developed slowly. In the first meeting, Howard told me that ‘all the people who work for me think that they can do my job better than I can. And be aware, Shevat, they probably believe that they can do your fucking job better than you. So good luck  to you, and bring me some results.”

We met regularly for updates; twice a month for several years, I would arrive from Israel on Mondays or Wednesdays at 5.30 AM, and prepare myself for our 09.00 AM meeting which rarely started on time. If I remember, it never started on time. Howard generally regarded time as an unlimited resource.

I came very well prepared, and I could feel that he appreciated my work. Yet he was tough and very demanding. Yet as time went on, Howard gave me more and more work; that was his way of showing appreciation.

Until the fire alarm. We were in a building in Boston and a fire alarm sounded. Everyone ran out. Howard was not feeling well and his breathing was labourious. I stayed with him and we descended together slowly ten minutes after the alarm sounded. Just as we went outside, everyone who had previously descended  was already filing back into the building. “Christ Allon, you could have fucking died because of me”.  (Yes, Howard did remind me of my Dad in the way he spoke). That was the first time our relationship ventured beyond consultant-client.

The second change came in our relationship came during supper in Boston. I mentioned that my wife had died of melanoma, and he mentioned that he had battled melanoma as a young boy, “and it sure scared the shit out of my parents. Even my doctor is surprised every time he sees that I’m still alive. Now let’s get down to business.” We got back to business, but from then on, we had bonded differently.

As time went on and the issues we were working on improved, he backed my worked even during budget cuts and provided an enormous umbrella against corporate cuts.

And we remained friends, discussing things that all friends discuss. He was a wise friend, often commenting on both of my blogs, both praising and criticizing. His comments were pure gold. He did not use classy language so his ideas were crystal clear and to the point. Always.

Howard honed my skills as a consultant, and by dint of our hard work, I had a satisfied client and later, a very very very smart friend.

Farewell, Chief. I will miss you. Very much.

שיהיה זכרו ברוך.

It is common for organizations to commission consulting work to “improve customer service”.

Far too often, the expectation is that the consulting work will lessen the turnover of customer service agents, improve the average customer satisfaction rating on some digital survey or provide a positive “customer experience”, whatever the fuck that means.

Consultants would be best to manage clients’ expectations about what needs to be done to improve customer service.

Generally, the answer lies in improving the product to lessen the number of calls to customer service, empowering customer service to compensate clients who have been wronged, more computing power, and of course more dedicated resources from Product Development (Engineering) to address/repair features that are unstable/half cooked.

In other words, consulting Customer Service is all about empowerment vis a vis their very  own organizations, and far less about creating a “wow” experience with the client.

Now this clearly is common sense but common sense is not so common. And, since so much of customer service is “lip service” in an ever cruel digital world, consulting work commissioned for customer service units is often “perfuming the pig“+-as opposed to a genuine effort to make service better.

+Thanks Sherry for introducing  me that term