A thousand feet.
I used to work in sales and marketing. It really sucked. You never really had a chance to just be yourself…with all your strong points…and weak points. You weren’t supposed to have any weak points, at least, none that you could ever let anyone know about. Weak points could be exploited and used against you. Weak points could lose a contract or a client. Weak points could get you laid off or fired. So they weren’t allowed. You had to be perfect in every way.
It was bullshit.
And probably why there’re so few great sales and marketing people around. Maybe if we could all accept that nobody’s perfect and that our faults may even work towards making each of us distinct from each other, then just maybe we could accept that it’s OK to be human.
A thousand feet.
We used to have sales and marketing meetings in which some bozo would always say, “Let’s take the thousand foot view on this.” Sometimes it was 800 hundred feet. 400 feet. I think it depended on how much you didn’t want to see that didn’t fit in with what you wanted to see. You know, obscure everything with too much noise so that you could bore into those places that promised a whole new approach without having to essentially change anything.
I mean, what can you really see from a thousand feet up? Oceans of motion. The confusion of the moment multiplied a thousand times. It only worked for people who wanted it to work, but few did.
I always wondered what would happen if, like in Bruce Lee’s movie Enter the Dragon, those long and boring sales and marketing meetings were held in a room full of mirrors with all the meeting participants shuffling around trying to find a new idea and seeing only reflections of themselves and the other participants.
Talk about your thousand foot view…trying to find a needle in a haystack.
Some ancient cultures believed that mirrors reflected the true nature, or shadow soul, of the viewer. Can you imagine all those sales and marketing people wandering around seeing themselves and the others with all their strengths…and all their weaknesses? They’d all be out of jobs.
Unless they just accepted what they saw and said, “Hey, Arnie, you’re a human being. And that’s OK with me.”
“Thanks, Sabrina…you’re OK too.”
And they might even find that bright new idea.
“Arnie. Sabrina. I see your weaknesses. You’re both fired.”
There’s always that asshole to fuck up the best of things and scare everyone away from just being themselves.
“Hey, Biff,” said the fox. “Remember what you said about just looking into a mirror and accepting yourself?”
“Yes, fox,” I said. “I do.”
“Well…” the fox tried to say.
“I’m not looking at my naked body again while standing at the edge of a thousand foot cliff,” I said.
“Maybe more assholes should do that,” said the fox.
“If only,” I said.
(To be continued. Somewhere else. Again.)
“So you were one of those sales and marketing assholes, Biff?” said the fox.
“Please don’t grin when you say that.”