People that work in the area of digital asset management (DAM), know that being interviewed on “Another DAM Podcast” is much like it was being Johnny Carson’s first guest of the evening on The Tonight Show.
I had been away from the DAM world for a spell; thus it was quite the honor to join Henrik de Gyor to chat about my DAM self.
The interview is about 19 minutes. The origin stories, and explanations, of “preventing digital liability” and “preserving brand security” begin at 3:40 and 6:40, respectively.
In my twenties, I found myself in a bit of a predicament.
Shortly after I’d resigned from my job in Tallahassee, and had let my lease run out, I found out my new opportunity–with a previous employer in Gainesville–had evaporated.
I learned this at 10 pm on a Sunday night, when I still had 135 miles left to drive on the return leg of a weekend trip.On the agonizing ride home, I concluded the practical, and easy thing would be to rescind my resignation, then I could find a new place to live.
The next day, my boss said they hadn’t hired my replacement and asked if I wanted to reconsider my resignation.
I opened my mouth, with intent of being practical and saying “Yes…” but I was overcome by a stream of impractical thoughts. The first thing to come to mind: I couldn’t stay in that soul-sucking job.
I was also more than ready to leave Florida where I’d been for 15+ yearssince my parents relocated their 3 remaining nestlings to The Sunshine State from Massachusetts.
My impractical thoughts raced to my youth, in Connecticut and Massachusetts: the fall colors, the fluffy snow, the topography, clam rolls, Fenway Park, apple orchards, the rocky coasts, Lexington and Concord, aunts, uncles, and cousins, …and cooler weather. I decided to make a big change.
The impractical thoughts won. I answered “No, I can’t stay here.”
She asked about my new plans. I replied, “I guess my new plans are to make new plans.”
The next day, I bought a new typewriter and started writing cover letters to organizations in the Greater Boston area and was able to line up some interviews.
An unexpected, though welcome, twist was that a couple of college friends (who were now a couple) had offered to let me stay with them, if I was interested in working in the DC vicinity. Thus, I contacted some organizations in that area, too.
The next few weeks, was a blur of yard sales (where I tried to sell my beater truck) working overtime, researching potential employers, writing cover letters, running, and listening to live music (see below).
I had lined up some interviews in Boston and DC, and picked a departure date that would allow for some short visits with my college friends, and my sister’s family in Connecticut, before I had be in Massachusetts for the first interview.
It was almost exactly 30 years ago today, that I put the last armful of items into the trunk of my Mazda 323 and headed north. I’d would eventually settle in the DC area for a spell, before moving to Chicago, and finally West Michigan.
Other than the occasional adrenalin surge and swearing that accompanies skidding on an icy road, my regrets are few, far between, and of short duration.
It still seems like one of my best decisions ever.
As some of you know, I had been lying low for a spell.
I’ve been spending timechauffeuring (until my “client” reached his 16th birthday) cooking, dog-walking, attempting to write, thinking about home repairs, doing some occasional YouTubery, reading. and rebuilding.
As scant few of you know, this follows a phase of my life that is worthy of an “It’s Complicated” status.
It began with a years-long, undiagnosed, neurological malady with myriad symptoms: head and eye pain, heaviness and loss of coordination on one side of my body, confusion, fatigue, vertigo,muscle pain and weakness, short-term memory issues, loss of sensation in my face…
At one time, or another, I was told by a medical professionals, I might have (or have had) a stroke, (or brain tumor, epilepsy, hyperglycemia, hypoglycemia, CTE, hydrocephalus, cerebral hemorrhage, Lyme disease, encephalitis, multiple sclerosis…).
Seen and Not Heard
Some symptoms were constant, others appeared as though they were activated by a flipped switch. One had a clear trigger. When I spoke more than a few sentences, I soon felt as though I was fighting some external force (Lex Luthor?), for control of my lower jaw.
People who knew me from earlier in my life, might be surprised to learn that I often chose to go long periods without saying a word. Not even the last word (I know, hard to believe).
Almost every visit with specialists ended with “<sigh> “I wish we could do an MRI.”
I can’t have an MRI. I eventually realized that I was on my own for this ride.
It Don’t Come Easy
After many fits and starts, some brute-force, ample tolerance by my family, an understanding client, some luck, and a helluva lot of time (which forced me to be patient), eventually, my gait steadied, the pain, dizzy spells, etc. subsided. Some time later, I was able to wrest full control of my lower jaw away from Lex Luthor.
When I got through the distracting, sometimes debilitating symptoms, my confidence depleted. I was pain-free, and my stamina, short-term memory, and coordination* had returned, but I didn’t have much trust in them.
Many tasks, some that I’d been performing most of my life, seemed incomprehensibly large and complicated, because it was hard to a visualize successful outcome.
That was another soul-sucking journey (perhaps worthy of its own post one day).
Once, in a moment of reflection following a setback, an old Ringo Starr hit popped into my head. I’ve shared it below, not because it became my mantra, or that I’m recommending that it become yours, but it is a kickass song.
Onward and Upward
Anyway, the diagnosis that I eventually arrived at is this: I got nothin’.
I intend to keep it that way for as long as I can.
I am pursuing projects with renewed vigor. Please check out my Services page or blog content and contact me if you’d like to talk about how I can help your organization with content strategy.
*OK, If you’ve seen my handwritingor played hoops with me,you know that my coordination has never been all that great to begin with 🙂
Like many of you, I’ve observed some questionable, and oftenatrocious, behavior by immediate supervisors and executive leadership. This often had a tangible negative influence on employees, particularly the younger ones, leading to dismissive, abusive organizational cultures.
I’m fortunate to have also hadpositive modeling in my work.I’m even more fortunate in that one the greatest impressions was made when I was a newly-minted adult.
A description of that experience is in the comments.
Do you have examples of positive role models, particularly in you early years?
At 18, I accepteda position with a local bank. The VP of Bookkeeping led off the interview with this:
“Your primary job will be helping our branches’ customers, over the phone, to resolve issues with their checking and savings accounts. Usually, they will be grateful.”
“However, some of them will get mad at you for things you didn’t do. That part of the job can sometimes be thankless. But you are not expected to endure abuse by a customer.
“If a customer is being abusive,politely ask them to hold and then transfer the call to me.”
She added, “When you are not on the phone, you will be filing checks, lots of them. It can, at times, be tedious.”
Near the end she said, “Let me make one thing clear, no matter how many times you might get promoted, or how much money you might make, if we are short of staff, you may be asked help out on the phones or file checks. ”
“Nobody is too important to help our customers or our coworkers.”
A couple of months later, near the winter holidays, we got crazy busy with customer calls as shopping season grew closer.
I will never, forget the sight of thisVP of Bookkeeping emerging from her office, two weeks after a fall at her home, a broken toe on each foot, her arm smothered in a cast, from her shoulder to fingertips.
She limped to a desk and picked up the phone, “Bookkeeping this is Clarice, how may I help you?”
She couldn’t write or file, because of the cast, but she fielded calls for a couple of hours before limping back to her office for a meeting.
A few days later, she hobbled out of her office again to field more phone calls.
In job interviews followingmy graduation from college, I received a lot of the usual questions that young people hear regarding lack of experience, grade-point-average. I expected those.
What I didn’t expect were thesnarky comments about the amount to time I was in school.like, “I see you were on the six-year plan,” or “You partied a lot, huh?”
Sometimes, I might be able to get a word in about the amount of hours I worked, and that I paid for my own education. Responses were along the lines, of “Oh, I see…”
One man actually claimed he“didn’t have time to work during college.“
I’ve seen statistics measuring college-graduation rates (among athletes, or among income groups…) that don’t included students who graduated after six years. I don’t know when it started, but it is still a thing. A cutoff at six years is, of course, arbitrary. I suspect it was a decision of convenience as a means to limit the amount of followups the researchers would have to do.
I understand the motivation behind that. Though the cutoff would miss tracking a lot of college graduates who faced financial strife, medical issues, or family crises. Or the people that partied a lot.
When I was planning a move to Tallahassee (don’t ask, OK?), I traveled there for interviews about once a week. I don’t remember the exact comment, but on one tripa hiring manager belittled me about the “six years.”
It made me feel pretty small (perhaps that is why the term is “belittled”).
When I made these trips , I usually headed downtown, or to an office park, to look for job leads. Often, if the business seemed intriguing, I would drop off a résumé. Occasionally that resulted in an on-the-spot interview.
However, this time I left the interview feeling dejected, and started my 2 1/2 hour drive home. During the trip, I thought much about the events of my life, after high school, through my graduation from college.
I returned to Tallahassee the next week for an interview following day. On the drive up, I had another 2 1/2 hours to reflect on previous “six-year plan”comments and I how I’d react the next time the subject came up.
I got my chance the next the day, when the owner of a company where I interviewed asked “Why did it take you so long to get through school?”
After a week’s reflection, I had a lot to say. Though I had some pent-up energy from previous experiences and wondered if I’d be able to stop saying it.
And there were things I wanted to say that were among those topics (such as health issues)“They” say you shouldn’t bring up in interviews.
I figured this man was already predisposed against a “six-year guy,” so I figured I didn’t have much to lose, thus disregarded what “they” say.
“The six-year plan, was not the plan….” I paused and did a flyover in my mind:
As one of six kids of a retired enlisted man, who had just finished nursing school and a full-time mom, money was tight.
Decision to take two classes at junior college, while working full time at a bank.
The second-semester headaches, diagnosis, surgery, months of recovery, the lingering problems with vision, mobility and losing my summer semester spot at the state university where’d I’d been accepted. Money was substantially tighter.
Walking in the Florida heat the two miles from my family home to the retail centers to apply for jobs. And feeling inferior by the recently shaved head, and bloated face and waistline, from prescribed steroids, and reduced activity.
Returning to work at the bank full time, while taking a full-time load at the local jr. college.
Getting accepted again at a state university, earning an honors scholarship.
Working full time to meet my expenses.
The junior year injury playing basketballrequiring emergency surgery. Money was tighter still.
The same type of injury at work, surgery and my father’s illness and leaving school that semester to help my mother care for him. Money: still more tightening
The cumulative loss of work due to illness and injury, recovery, causing financial strife and inability to meet tuition for two semester, leading me to work more hours, until I could return to school part-time. Again, the finances tightened.
I throttled the answer a bit, “I worked full time throughout most of my studies…..thousands upon thousands of dirty dishes…… critical illness…injuries…..4 surgeries….family matters requiring my attention…lost work….”
He asked questions about those six years. My responses generated some more questions, several of them are illegal today (I don’t know if they were then). I answered the questions, in some cases, with specifics, because I didn’t care what “They” say I should do.
I concluded with “..I still graduated in ONLY six years.”
He responded “You should be proud of yourself for that accomplishment.”