Leading on the Edge E-Book

Rachael Robertson

• Herausgeber: John Wiley & Sons
• Kategorie: Fachliteratur
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Seitenzahl: 426

Beschreibung

Lessons on authentic leadership from the 58th annual Antarctic expedition In Leading on the Edge, successful business speaker and consultant Rachael Robertson shares the lessons she learned as leader of a year-long expedition to the wilds of Antarctica. Leading eighteen strangers around the clock for a full year--through months of darkness and with no escape from the frigid cold, howling winds, and each other--Robertson learned powerful lessons about what real, authentic leadership is. Here, she offers a deeply honest and humorous account of what it takes to survive and lead in the harshest environment on Earth. What emerges from her graphic account is a series of powerful and practical lessons for business leaders and managers everywhere. * Features practical leadership lessons that are particularly helpful for any leader who must get the best out of the team they've got * Features solutions to many challenges common to all workplaces * Includes real excerpts from Robertson's personal journals through twelve months of leading in the most challenging environment in the world * Written by a popular speaker and business leader who has appeared at more than 350 national and international conferences and events for a wide range of industries Leading on the Edge explains what it's like to take charge when you've no place to hide and how truly harsh environments can serve as a leadership laboratory that results in truly effective, authentic leadership.

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First published in 2014 by John Wiley & Sons Australia, Ltd

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National Library of Australia Cataloguing-in-Publication data:

Author: Robertson, Rachael

Title: Leading on the edge: Extraordinary stories and leadership insights from the world’s most extreme workplace / Rachael Robertson.

ISBN: 9780730305491 (pbk), 9780730305521 (ebook), 9780730305514 (ebook)

Notes: Includes index.

Subjects: Robertson, Rachael — Travel — Antarctica.

Australian National Antarctic Research Expeditions.

Leadership — Australia — Biography.

Leadership — Antarctica — Biography.

Teams in the workplace — Antarctica.

Antarctica — Biography.

Dewey Number: 998.0092

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Cover design by Paul Dinovo

Cover photo © Michael Hicks, www.wildaustraliaphotography.com

Author Photograph: © Rachael Robertson

Printed in Singapore by C.O.S Printers Pte Ltd

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Disclaimer

The material in this publication is of the nature of general comment only, and does not represent professional advice. It is not intended to provide specific guidance for particular circumstances and it should not be relied on as the basis for any decision to take action or not take action on any matter which it covers. Readers should obtain professional advice where appropriate, before making any such decision. To the maximum extent permitted by law, the author and publisher disclaim all responsibility and liability to any person, arising directly or indirectly from any person taking or not taking action based on the information in this publication.

Leading on the edge

Table of Contents

A note from the author

Acknowledgements

Preface

Part I: How I got there

1 Leadership can be learned, and taught, early

Leader without a title

A code to live by

2 Very few decisions in life are irreversible, so make some!

Convinced by an act of grace

Me . . . a park ranger?

3 Always look for ways to extend yourself

Acting up

The power of influence

4 Get out of your depth — it’s a great way to learn to swim

Headed for Chief Ranger

Knocked back, but a new opportunity emerges

A glimmer of hope

5 Don’t expect leadership to be an easy ride

Into the cauldron

And then it got nasty

Part II: Antarctica beckons

6 Sometimes the right thing happens for the wrong reason!

How do you recruit for values?

The selection process

The phone interview

Shortlisted!

The screening process

Transparency and honesty

7 People notice when you try to be someone you’re not

Tough competition

Playing games

Not playing games

8 You know people by what they do, not what they say they do

The penny drops

Interview on a double bed

Leaving boot camp on a high

Breaking the news

9 First prepare yourself, then leave your comfort zone

The appointment

Media frenzy

Leaving Parks Victoria

The first crisis of confidence

Part III: Preparing to leave

10 Seeing what’s wrong is easy — the hard part is the fix

Expedition leader school

How Antarctic expeditions work

Meeting my fellow expeditioners

Not ‘one of the boys’

When a culture is broken

Mutual respect — the foundation of our desired culture

11 Understand the game, and play your hand carefully

Cooperation through shared understanding

Sharing leadership around

Information is power

12 Ask ‘why?’, then keep asking why

Fire training

Falling apart at the seams

Why we acted the way we did

13 Adventure is not without risk

Boat training and a near-death experience

The expedition nears

14 Try to stay positive: even the stormiest seas eventually subside

At the dock

We set sail

The Southern Ocean

Into Antarctic waters

15 A handpicked support team can be essential

Going off half-cocked

Alcohol and culture

Davis resupply

Part IV: Summer in Antarctica

16 Make the right decision the right way

Allocation of scarce resources

Leadership style — you scratch my back …

A Chinese welcome

17 Step up onto the balcony — but you’ll need time and support

Loyal deputies

Food and other supplies

18 Ambiguity and leadership go hand in hand

Shades of grey … well, blue really

Strike while the iron’s hot

White Christmas

19 Feeling stressed and overworked? It could be your boundaries

Sex on the ice

A blooming relationship

Sleepout and New Year’s Eve

It’s boundaries, not time management

20 Good leaders know when to show emotion

The planes arrive and the pace picks up

How not to prepare for a sleepout in Antarctica

Unauthorised cricket and a taste of things to come

21 Think ahead and know what you will do in an emergency

The plane crash

Crisis assessment

Saved by a blizzard

Crisis leadership

22 When you’re spending all your time managing, don’t forget to lead

Driving under the influence

The end of science

The end of summer

The problem with Texas

Goodbye summerers

Prime Aussie beef and potato gems for the Russians

Part V: Antarctic winter

23 It’s important to know your people, not just the work they do

Some myths dispelled

Time on our hands

Daytime jollies

Super Tuesday

24 As a leader you are being watched, always

Perpetual scrutiny

Never off duty

25 Find a reason, any reason, to celebrate

Families and friends missed

If in doubt, make something up

Time for a holiday

Caring for our physical selves

26 Check in on your people: ask R U OK?

I get toasted

Midwinter

Midwinter swim

27 Take care of the little things

The bacon war

But the bacon war wasn’t about bacon

Bacon wars are symptoms of deeper issues, usually about respect

Mr Scrapey

28 Judgement comes with experience

Who cut your hair?

Footy killed the radio star

Match the person to the task

29 ‘No triangles’ takes effort and persistence

Different strokes for different folks

No triangles, and difficult conversations

Return of the sun

30 Watch out for three-quarter time — keep your energy up

Where to next?

Three-quarter time syndrome

Part VI: The return

31 Go the distance

For goodness’ sake, go outside!

Preparing the station

New faces and the newspaper

120 new souls arrive

Letting go of the reins

Goodbye Antarctica, it’s been real

The journey home

Reflections

Supplemental Images

Appendix A: What it takes to be an inspirational leader

Appendix B: Build teamwork with ‘no triangles’

A note from the author

Firstly, a big thank you for buying this book. I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and reliving one of the most incredible times of my life.

I spent an amazing 16 months with 17 wonderful people. We had our ups and downs and highs and lows, but each one of my Antarctic expeditioners is special to me and unique in their own way. Living in such close proximity for so long meant we got to know each other intimately. We saw each other at our best and at our worst.

Now, our worst is something that usually goes unseen, because in normal environments we’re just not put under so much pressure that we reveal it. So to protect the privacy and reputation of my fellow expeditioners I have been a little creative with names and genders in some of the stories. I hope, reader, you don’t mind too much. But if you put yourself in their shoes, it would be unfair to be written about in a way that doesn’t reflect who you are in a normal environment or under normal circumstances.

We took so many photographs down there! I wanted to include them all, but to keep the size and cost of the book manageable I’ve introduced just a few in the book. But don’t despair! Visit my website, www.leadingontheedge.com, where I have uploaded lots more photographs depicting what was going on at each stage of the story. You’ll also find a short epilogue, just in case you were wondering what happened in my life after I got back.

Lastly, I’d love to hear about your own leadership journey and your reflections on the book. So please make a comment on the website. I’ll endeavour to respond to each one.

Enjoy the book and remember, it’s always better to regret the things you did, than regret the things you didn’t do.

Regards,

Rachael

Acknowledgements

Several important people have made this book possible and I would like to thank them publicly.

Firstly, to my gorgeous husband Ric. You have given me the confidence to go out and do something I love and supported me all along the way. Thank you for your wisdom, insight and guidance as you read, and re-read the draft chapters and prepared the book for publishing. You inspire me! My life changed irrevocably the day you walked in and I have loved you, and been in awe of you, every moment since.

Secondly, I want to thank my four beautiful stepchildren, Doug, Julian, Anthony and Georgina, and my wonderful son Louie. You make me smile and balance my life. You teach me new things every day and I watch all of you in wonder. I’m so proud of you all.

To the 17 men and women of the 58th Australian National Antarctic Research Expedition — my heartfelt thanks and gratitude. While we all had our moments, myself included, I remain so proud of every one of you. They way you pulled together as a team, the way you delivered on every project and, most importantly, the way you cared for each other, truly inspired me. I hope whenever you hear the Pina Colada song you think back and smile.

To my fellow expeditioners and station photographers Peter Nink and Ian Phillips — thank you for generously and willingly supplying many of the amazing photos contained in this book and uploaded on the website. You both captured this wonderful place in all its vivid glory.

Thank you, Mrs Purcell, for opening my eyes to English literature at the age of 15 and setting me on a course of adventure and excitement.

Thank you, Mark Stone, Brett Cheatley, Annie Volkering, John Goodman and David Young at Parks Victoria, for your support, trust, guidance and patience.

To my former colleagues at Parks Victoria — thanks for a fantastic 18 years. I have so many wonderful memories of my time at PV. I know the critical role you play in protecting and enhancing our precious natural assets is often unacknowledged, so from me to you — a bloody huge well done!

To the wonderful team at Wiley — thank you, especially Lucy Raymond and our awesome editor Jem Bates. Your patience, insights and advice were much appreciated. This publishing game is a tricky business and your support and belief in the book made all the difference.

I also want to thank the audiences who continue to invite me to present to them. I have spoken at more than 350 events over the past six years. I am continually amazed at the questions from the floor. You have given me many insights into my own life that I would not have had otherwise. Seeing your faces and interacting with you is one of my greatest joys. Thanks too, to my fabulous management team at Ode Management for supporting and inspiring me and for keeping my professional life in order, especially Julie Winterbottom, Leanne Christie and Heidi Gregory.

To the best friend a girl could ever have — Michelle Arthur. You have been my buddy for over 30 years now and I look forward to sharing the next 30 years with you. You are simply wonderful.

Thank you to my wonderful family, Shaz, Loz, Aunty Pammy, Ben, Jane, Sam and Tim. The only reason I could take up the challenge of leading an Antarctic expedition was because I knew I would be coming home to the most amazing, supportive family in the world. It made the decision that much easier.

Finally, especially, to my beautiful, wise and extraordinary Mum. I love and adore you. Your strength got me through the dark times down south. You were, and you remain, my aurora in the dark sky. Shine on!

Preface

I don’t know exactly what it was that woke me up that time. It could have been the crash of my laptop as it slid off the table onto the floor; it might have been the crunch of my neck as I yet again slid up the bunk and whacked my head on the bulkhead. Perhaps it was the series of ship’s noises as the icebreaker crested the 11-metre swells, the mighty rush of water and the 120-kilometre-per-hour winds ripping through the superstructure, the feeling of weightlessness as the ship first hung in the air then plunged downward to hit the surface again with an almighty boom, jarring every rivet, every tooth and every frayed nerve . . . Yes, maybe a combination of these things woke me.

It wasn’t the first time I had been woken that night. By this stage I hadn’t slept through the night in over a week. What sleep I did get was 30 minutes snatched here and there when my body simply shut down. It was cold, uncomfortable, wet and terrifying.

I rearranged my pillows for the twentieth time, searching for some combination of cushioning that would protect the top of my head, my neck and my ankles from the fore and aft sliding along the bunk. But then I would have no protection from the side-to-side rolling of the ship and my sides would be battered!

They say people who have never been seasick can’t appreciate the depths of despair it brings. It’s not just an upset tummy. Everyone’s heard the term ‘green around the gills’ . . . it just doesn’t capture the sallow, pasty sheen you turn when you’re seasick. Plus you feel a million times worse than you look. There are stories of cruising sailors locking up their sick crew (difficult in a small sailing craft!) for fear they will throw themselves overboard. Death really does feel like a viable option.

As I lay there, willing myself into a coma, I thought back to our training — three months in Hobart accruing all types of skills, cramming checklists into our already overburdened brains and ‘weather-testing’ our bodies. Our seasickness checklist came to mind:

• Ginger: Check. Glazed ginger between tongue and cheek now for two weeks — no effect.

• Water and dry food. Yep, drinking lots of water and eating dry biscuits, which usually take about four minutes to reappear from the same place they went down.

• Stay above deck in fresh air. Ahhh . . . no. Can’t do that, I’d be blown back to Hobart.

• Avoid anything that requires small motor skills. Does this include buttons and zippers? I can barely manage to speak, so anything as complex as buttons and zippers is out of the question.

• Lie down on your back, near the centre of the boat. Check. That’s not working either, for obvious reasons.

• Avoid strong fumes. This would include diesel, yes? A thin film of the oily stuff covers the cabin floor and my clothes and has leeched into my hair. I can’t avoid this. Showers aren’t an option, even if I wanted to relax standing under the hot water I couldn’t. It takes two hands just to hang on and stay upright. Level of difficulty: 4.5.

• Steer the boat: Hmm . . . I’m not sure P&O Maritime Services, the owners of our expedition ship, would consider this appropriate!

• Swallow your pride. Thanks for that. Whoever wrote the handbook obviously had never been seasick! After half an hour, any pride I had is emptied into my bucket — which, by the way, is currently strapped to my wrist.

So as I lay there thinking, ‘This did not end well for the Titanic . . . but you know what? I don’t care’, I worried how my team would perceive my ‘weakness’. On board were 24 full-time ship’s crew and 120 passengers. Well, as far as the crew were concerned we were passengers, but we considered ourselves expeditioners. We were professionals. We were trained. We had been chosen. We were going to live in Antarctica. For a year. And I was their leader. And I was very, very sick.

My close friend Graham Cook, the incoming Station Leader at Mawson Station, stuck his head in at some stage. ‘Can I get you anything, mate?’ In my head I replied, Yes. You can take your happy bloody sea-dog face out of my cabin doorway, but in reality I mumbled, ‘All good Cookie, thanks’.

Still no closer to my hoped-for coma, and with several new bruises and half a kilo lighter, another knock on my cabin door. The captain, bless him, resplendent in his P&O finery, poked his cheery head in. ‘Morning! Oh . . . no better I see. Still, don’t worry, you’re not the only one.’

I tried to respond, opened my mouth and just . . . squeaked. I had no voice, no energy and barely the will to respond. I opened and closed my mouth like a mute and flapped one hand feebly. I managed to get out one question. I’m not sure how it sounded but the captain understood. ‘The other passengers? Oh . . . pretty much the same as you. In fact, if it’s any consolation, over 100 of you are laid up. Several are even on an IV drip for fluids.’

It alarmed me to learn that out of 144 people, only some of the crew and 16 expeditioners were still functioning. They were probably slogging it out in four-hour shifts trying to keep the ship running. For some reason, this made me feel a bit better. Not physically, of course. But knowing that not only the passengers but even some of the crew were suffering made me feel a little less hopeless.

It’s one thing to be an expedition leader. It’s another thing to be a woman expedition leader. And it’s yet another to be a young woman expedition leader. At 35, I was one of the youngest expedition leaders ever and only the second female leader at Davis Station. And the last time I had even seen snow was on a Grade 6 school excursion to Mount Donna Buang. And seriously, I hate the cold . . ..

Feeling a bit better about myself, I spent the next three hours reconstructing how on earth I had been selected to lead the 58th Australian National Antarctic Research Expedition to Davis Station. Then I panicked!

Part I

How I got there

Be restless. Create a life that seeks challenges, root out opportunities and jump in the deep end.

You don’t have to be the smartest in the class. You don’t have to be super-driven. But you do need to have an eye open at all times for interesting things that might come your way. When they come along, take a leap and back your judgement. If it doesn’t work out you will have learned something about yourself. And seriously, what’s the worst that can happen?

Chapter 1

Leadership can be learned, and taught, early

My first memory of leadership is from Grade 1. I was an early reader; my parents had encouraged me to read the newspaper over their shoulder at breakfast on Saturday mornings. I was also the youngest in school — I started at the tender age of four so from the outset I felt ‘behind’. This was one reason Mum pushed me hard to learn how to read before I got there. She knew that I would be less developed physically and socially when I got to school and wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be behind intellectually. I quickly got the hang of it and by the time I reached Grade 1 I was topping the class.