One of the programmers on my team, whom I supposed to be leading, once said these words to me:
I’m trading my time for money. That’s it. This is an agreement — that is bound by my signature under my contract. Nothing more. Team building, cheering and we are one big family — I don’t remember seeing them in my contract.
It was hard for me to tell him he was wrong, even though as a head of a department I should have had.