How a Stupid Teacher Taught Me to Be a Smart LeaderWhen Being Called Whale Sh*t Taught Me to Think for MyselfIn 1988, I was a first-year electrical apprentice, I learned early what it felt like to be at the bottom of the food chain. We were called whale shit on the job site—because "nothing is lower." It was a badge of humiliation passed down from generation to generation. You sucked it up, did the work, and kept your mouth shut. Two nights a week, I had to sit through class with a guy named Frank Simpson, a DWP utility electrician from the South. Now, Frank might’ve been a solid wireman out in the streets of LA, but as a teacher? He sucked. Frank spent more time talking about how great he was, how tough he was on his crew, and how much he loved pecans than actually teaching us anything useful. He was a control freak. He overruled the class vote to start earlier (4pm instead of 6pm)—not for our benefit, but so he could go home, shower, and look good for class. The rest of us came in after a full day's work, covered in grease, grime, and sweat. But Frank wanted his evening fresh and pampered. He wasn’t a teacher. He was a dictator with a whiteboard. But it wasn’t just the lectures. Frank marked me wrong on a test even though I got the right answer. Why? Because I didn’t solve the problem his way. I showed my work. My logic was solid. But it didn’t match his method, so I got dinged. That’s when I realized something important: Some people don’t want to help you learn. They want you to follow. And screw you if you think differently. So I stood up for myself, took it to the apprenticeship coordinator, and got those 5 points back. A small victory. But one that taught me something big— You’ve got to know yourself, trust yourself, and fight for yourself. Why Knowing Yourself Is the Most Underrated Skill in the GameLet’s be real: Most people don’t know who the hell they are. They’re just mimicking what they see.
But deep down? They’re lost. They’re like wiremen running conduit with no blueprint. Trying to get from Point A to Point Z with no reference points. Wasting time, wasting energy, and blaming the wrong people when things don’t work out. Here's the problem:You’ve been trained to follow, not lead. To regurgitate someone else’s methods instead of building your own. To think that success is about doing it the “right” way—usually someone else’s way. But what if that “right” way is all wrong for you? Just like Frank marked me wrong for thinking differently, the world punishes people who step out of line.
Screw that. The people who actually win—who thrive—are the ones who know how they work best.They don’t blindly follow. They ask:
If you don’t know these answers, you’re building someone else’s life. The 3 Layers of Self-Knowledge
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The problem with most leadership programs is they’re designed by Franks.
They give you cookie-cutter formulas.
They preach from the mountaintop.
They say,
But that’s not leadership.
That’s why my partner Hiro and I built the Leader’s Dojo.
We didn’t want to build another coaching program that turns you into a clone of us.
We built a dojo—a training ground—where you become more of who you already are, not less.
At the heart of the Dojo is our assessments—real tools that help you:
This isn’t a Buzzfeed quiz.
This is a blueprint for your life.
A few years after I stood up to Frank, I found myself working under a different foreman on a big downtown project.
His name was Al Turner.
No fancy talk, no showboating, no “my way or the highway” attitude.
One day, we had to troubleshoot a complicated panel issue.
Al didn’t bark orders.
He pulled me aside and said, “Alright, Chuck. What’s your take?”
I was still an apprentice, but I’d been around the block by then.
I laid out my plan.
Step by step.
Logical.
Backup plan.
Safety precautions.
He nodded.
Then he said something I’ll never forget:
And I did.
And it worked.
That small moment, that respect, showed me what real leadership looks like.
That’s what we’re building inside the Leader’s Dojo.
This isn’t about telling you how to live.
It’s about helping you discover how you want to live—and giving you the tools to build that life.
So here’s what I want you to do:
👉 Take the first assessment.
👉 Discover your leadership archetype.
👉 See how your mind works, how you show up, and where you’re likely to fall down.
This is more than personality BS.
It’s a flashlight and a mirror.
And once you’ve got that in hand, we’ll invite you into the Dojo.
Not for coaching.
Not for kumbaya.
But to train.
To level up.
To surround yourself with other warriors and build a life that actually fits you—not some cookie-cutter dream sold by grifters.
You’ve already met enough Franks.
Time to meet yourself.
👉 Take the Assessment and Join the Dojo
Let’s build your blueprint, together.
Because once you know yourself, nobody—not Frank, not fear, not failure—can stop you.
P.S. If you found this content helpful, I have a favor to ask.
Actually two of them, a selfish one and a not-so-selfish one.
First the selfish one, if this was helpful to you, forward it to someone you think it might help. That helps me to grow my reach.
Now the not-selfish one, the one thing I learned on the mat and on the job was that the most successful leaders were not the ones who knew the most but were the ones who applied and taught the most.
So, if you want to be a better leader, do two things, take immediate action on what you learned today AND share it with someone else. You'll look badass, I promise you.
Also, if you have any questions, comments or suggestions, hit me up, reply to this email and let me know what's going on and how I can help you to be a better warrior, leader, and badass.
Thank you, I appreciate you being here in The Daily Dojo, you can learn more at CharlesDoublet.com
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