are those that I’ve read with a question in mind to be answered (especially work-related non-fiction). The worst are those where I’ve gone through chapter after chapter, with the words “so what?” at the end.
As I listened to the speaker of the webinar, a man who had tons of Sales Operations experience, something gnawed at me – something about what he was saying felt incongruent, felt wrong, but I didn’t just couldn’t put my finger on it.
I took notes, and then started connecting the dots. And before long I realised what was wrong: the assumptions he was using, and the analytics advice he was espousing, were questionable at best, and were most likely incorrect.
Despite his deep Sales Operations experience, and despite his air of authority, he was no analytics expert.
It was actually the first time it became really clear to me that I was actually closer to an analytics expert than many other people were. And though I’ve felt like a newcomer/newbie for the longest time, it is a fact that I’ve been working in the data/analytics field for more than a decade now – it’s time I started thinking that way, and acting it as well.
(Just a casual observation, but I find that we Asians are most susceptible to imposter syndrome, or at least a lack of belief in our abilities and influence. Or it might be a cultural thing – we know we know better, but out of humility or reverence we hold back our opinions. Problem is, when we hold back our own light everyone stays in the dark, and nobody benefits.
Come on people, let’s shine!
Give me a
Merc; a Porche; a Bugatti;
A Fiat; a Bentley; no, give me a Ferrari.
Give me the speed; the space; the luxury!
I could just imagine myself sitting in one of those perfect cars. Hands on wheel, jazz playing softly in the background, driving down a lonely country road in the orange glow of the setting sun. I don’t really know where I am, but it’s beautiful. As I turn to give you a smile I realise you’re not there(?!) Instantly I am sad. This is no longer a car but a prison. Get me out to where you are.
Who needs speed; space; luxury?
What’s it mean if it’s just me?
Screw the perfect car.
I’ll take family.
Pleasantries exchanged, we got down to business.
Rather new to each other, we moved deliberately. The context of the meeting was potentially explosive. It had all the makings of “your word against mine” scenario.
But it started out well. Facts, or perspectives of the facts, were exchanged, and these facts turned out to be decently aligned. We were both professional but cordial. Probing; questioning.
If there was one thing I know about disagreements, having been on the wrong end far more times than I’d like to admit, when two people looking for the same ends disagree, more often than not one or both are missing the complete picture.
By putting aside early on what seem to be differences, and sharing information and perspectives, this can just as often be overcome.
Then his tone changed. Suddenly.
“Do you know what this means for us? Do you not know the implications?”
Jobs, he explained, were on the line.
As much as I had expected something like this before I had got on the call. But I did not expect it then. Not after the dispassionate exchanges since the start of the call.
And I felt offended at his statements – was he implying I wasn’t taking what we were doing seriously? Because it was anything but.
I knew how this work affected others I had gone through extra lengths to make sure it was as good as it could reasonably be. For someone to say otherwise was an insult.
It was at this point that I engaged my own rhetoric. I matched him in content; in tone of voice; in decibels. Two could play this game.
But then I let up.
Maybe he was frustrated (he probably was). Maybe he was having a bad day (he probably was). Maybe he wanted to get this right, like me (he definitely was).
So I gave him an opening. He took it.
No, we didn’t manage to settle everything then and there. There were many questions still left unanswered.
But we did manage to do was to return to civility, and an agreement on what we needed to do next.
What transpired above reminded me of the tit-for-tat strategy in game theory, which I first read about in a book on strategic decision making.
It was a rather old book and it didn’t mention the act of generously “being nice” again, which is actually now considered an important improvement to the strategy.