So I was having lunch yesterday with some really fun clients. I enjoy these woman immensely and we always ending up having a really good time. So someone brings up this blog. And she mentions how she had read it. And I had the strangest internal reaction. I was uncomfortable by the attention. But just for a second. But also flattered. And then someone else mentioned they enjoyed the "stories" I tell on here and on Facebook. And again,just a twinge of uncomfortableness. And I need to go Carrie Bradshaw here for a second,because I began to wonder"How much is too much?"
Having worked in sales for many years, I have become very comfortable with the social aspect of my job. I do many presentations a day. Entertaining is also a big part of my job. Mostly one on one or group lunches. We grab 1 or 2 people and head out for lunch at a great place to eat.(I know high class problems as they say) And I have made true friendships with quite a few clients. To me this is the best part of the job. People. I am very good at it,if I do say so myself. My father was alot of things,but if there is one compliment I could give him,he could walk in anywhere,in any town, and know SOMEONE in the room. That is the kind of guy he is. He would have been a very successful salesman.
But there is also a side of me that is very private. Maybe not private,but a less intense,less "on".
My point is that we are in the strangest of times. We can communicate with anyone,anywhere at anytime. I have been in a elevator more than a few times and with say 3 other people. And there isn't one of us who isn't checking the phone. We have lost the ability to communicate in person. EVERYTHING is done via the web. And my point is that sometimes I forget what I type into my "status update" or what I "tweet" or what I type on here,can be read by 4 billion people. Oh and one other thing. I keep my Blackberry by my bed at night. More than once,I have checked Facebook @ 3am. There is something so not right about that.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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