Dear Spark
I like to improve everything that I work on. For some unknown reason, I seem to have lost the ability to look beyond and find something new nowadays. I have just lost you or hopefully you are just waiting and will come out again when I face a new situation, right now everything has a sense of déjà vu. I feel I have seen it all before. This is such a sad existence. Please come back.
I just need to come up with ideas again, new or existing but in a different sphere is fine and then I could innovate and bring it to a close. A crystal that changes colour when you touch it in a certain angle...Till some time ago when you were with me, I had ideas I would want implemented. There would be this small germ of an idea floating just outside my conscious mind. Over some time, a few minutes or a few days, it would combine with other thoughts and influences in my head and take root. Then, I would take the time out to put it down into a precise and logical argument. Convince myself. A fascinating time when you discover that it actually is possible.
I had to then convince someone that it was worth doing. The operations people implement things. At home, more responsible people carry out the logistics. But, it was my idea and I could see it happen. I loved it.
Thanks to my current thankless task of sales at work, I am a joke. My boss sends out e-mails on the "Intelligent" Operations guys who do all the hard work and the dumb sales folks who are just plain lazy when they do not perform and lucky when they do... You just can’t' win.
How hard can it be to sell snow to the snowman? If we dumb sales folks do a good job of getting revenues, the operations people get the credit for doing a good job with the site and if we don't we take the flak for not selling right. As I said, you just can’t' win.
May be I have started identifying with this impression of sales people and have become dumb and spark-less just to meet expectations. Do I need to get out of sales to bring you back to me or is it just my mind playing games on me and telling me that I never really had any spark and I only think I did. That would explain why you don’t visit any more.
Where are you, spark? Remember me? Come back please.
I just need to come up with ideas again, new or existing but in a different sphere is fine and then I could innovate and bring it to a close. A crystal that changes colour when you touch it in a certain angle...Till some time ago when you were with me, I had ideas I would want implemented. There would be this small germ of an idea floating just outside my conscious mind. Over some time, a few minutes or a few days, it would combine with other thoughts and influences in my head and take root. Then, I would take the time out to put it down into a precise and logical argument. Convince myself. A fascinating time when you discover that it actually is possible.
I had to then convince someone that it was worth doing. The operations people implement things. At home, more responsible people carry out the logistics. But, it was my idea and I could see it happen. I loved it.
Thanks to my current thankless task of sales at work, I am a joke. My boss sends out e-mails on the "Intelligent" Operations guys who do all the hard work and the dumb sales folks who are just plain lazy when they do not perform and lucky when they do... You just can’t' win.
How hard can it be to sell snow to the snowman? If we dumb sales folks do a good job of getting revenues, the operations people get the credit for doing a good job with the site and if we don't we take the flak for not selling right. As I said, you just can’t' win.
May be I have started identifying with this impression of sales people and have become dumb and spark-less just to meet expectations. Do I need to get out of sales to bring you back to me or is it just my mind playing games on me and telling me that I never really had any spark and I only think I did. That would explain why you don’t visit any more.
Where are you, spark? Remember me? Come back please.
posted by Bohemia at Friday, August 25, 2006
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