Not In My Name
In Search Of The Right Attention
I was searching for a new job title.
Not because I like them but because (some) others need them. I accept that a title allows us to be positioned. But that’s why I don’t like them. I’ve met far more brilliant Receptionists than brilliant Senior Executives.
I have been ‘Head Of Crayons’ for a few years. I don’t think that label stopped me getting meetings or anything. I don’t know if I’ve been literally positioned that way. Maybe I have.
It could be that I am perceived as the bloke that manages hordes of mischievous whiteboard markers and coloured pencils that would otherwise be running amok in the business. It’s true, I try to motivate them — keep them on track. Get them back from lunch on time — make sure they are happy and achieve meaningful business actions. OK.
I’m not alone in finding UK society ever so totally broken right now. I normally find the conflict and tension of opposing thoughts the raw material for rampant creativity. It seems so depressing that what was once powerful dissonance now cowers under incomprehensible incompetence.