For the next few weeks, Jeff and I worked side by side, eating together most nights since we were both single, and fishing on the weekends, probably for the same reason. He was growing on me. Something was changing inside my head. I didn’t know what. But it made me itchy. Both my personal and business lives felt off.
We visited work sites with inadequate materials, looked into storage sheds with missing equipment, and scanned invoices with orders for too much material for the jobs they were to cover. Too much of the company seemed to be out of whack. I couldn’t figure out where I’d gone wrong as a leader.
Jeff was more pragmatic about the problem.
“We don’t care about why. We just want to find the holes and fix them,” he told me one night over dinner. “I’m not sure there is one culprit.
