Every office has one I suppose. You know that guy…that guy? The guy you don’t know and maybe don’t want to or are afraid to talk to (which would be entirely silly in my case). Maybe you think I’m the office douchebag (I hope not). Maybe you think I’m the office misanthrope (definitely not). Maybe you think I’m the office crank (hmmm, I doubt it). Maybe you think I’m the office contrarian (quite possible…I question things). Maybe you think I’m the office rebel (not at my age. Individual, yes. Rebel, nope). Maybe you think I’m the office quirk (nah). The office weirdo (NO way). The office flirt (uhh, no).
I’m the guy who hangs posters like this:
“The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.”
Then there is this piece of awesome:
Aww, heck, here is a photo of my duty station:
I used this as photo my Salesforce icon:
And this photo for our department photo:
I once threatened to wear jorts to a meeting:
I dress for my industry (media) but won’t wear a costume (suit):
I own suits, yes, plural, but won’t wear them.
Oh, and I am the guy who created a blog called Career Limiting Moves (which I sorta lost interest in last year, but might rekindle here shortly).
Perhaps, if you have made it this far, you might think I didn’t care about my job or career. Quite the contrary (maybe I am the contrarian)!
I care a great deal about my job. I am hyper critical when I make a mistake (rarely) and I silently master what I am doing before I begin to question it.
My career? Well, I have submitted the old rezoom for a few positions through the years to this giant monolithic company, thinking there would be a place for someone like myself. I went so far as to get a masters degree in media studies, thinking that would help expedite my career trajectory. To date, it’s done nothing but allow me to say I have a masters degree in media studies. And I still look for a job but won’t make a move in my career simply to make a move. I will make a move only in the direction I want to go.
So, yes, I care a great deal about my career and getting to a place where I think my skills are best utilized.
Will I get there? Yes, definitely.
When? I dunno. Soon.
I suppose in today’s job market, I’m not alone in feeling underemployed and unused. It’s a shame that leaders (mine or yours) are unwilling to look at some of these hijinx (mine or yours) for what they are. A call to be recognized for what I (or you) want to do.
Look, I’m not stupid, I know some of the things I do, while funny and clever, don’t really do much to advance my career and in a company as large as mine. They might just do outright damage.
But it won’t stop me.
I’m not trying to stick it to the man (by all accounts as a middle aged white male, I am the man…funny, I don’t feel like the man). I’m not trying to be a jerk. I’m not trying to shoot myself in the foot. I’m not trying to be disrespectful. I’m just trying to poke some fun at some of the absurdity. I’m just trying to have a laugh now and again.
I spend about 40-50 hours a week here, so why not laugh and have some fun?
If that is career suicide, so be it. It simply supports my theory that in order to move forward in a giant monolithic white collar company, or the white collar world in general, you have to play a grown up version of duck, duck, goose.
Whenever we played that game in kindergarten, I was locked in the bathroom (true story) so maybe that explains something.
Yea, I’m that guy.