As I sit down to write this, my heart is pounding.
I have just put down the phone from a phone call which could change my life, the kind of phone call which comes out of the blue, full of surprise and promise.
The kind of phone call you routinely dream for, but rarely experience.
It seems that my relationship with my phone is actually quite complicated as a business owner and general human being.
I have recently taken to shutting off my phone completely at night, because even if I put the thing on silent, the light still manages somehow to permeate my eyelids. Messages keep on blaring out, constantly reminding me that I have messages to get back to in the morning, more things for the “to do list”. My constantly connectivity is both a wonderful technological achievement for mankind and quite stressful, it’s best to be unconnected, at least sometimes, I feel.
Constant updates from various social media channels ensure that the screen is often alight, signalling a new tweet or message. Generally these fleeting updates are positive, a new follower or picture sometimes from a good friend. They bring fleeting satisfaction and require little attention to digest. Such bursts of activity can also provide instant relief from a long train journey, or a slightly annoying distraction during a meeting, generally any reaction though is short-lived.
When the phone calls though, it’s a different story. As soon as I hear it ring, a tiny bit of my brain falls into a complete panic. Because let’s face it, nobody phones these days unless they want to discuss something important, or spam you with a sales pitch, delivered without catching breath to try and talk you into submission.
The ironic thing is that I love talking to people face to face, I relish in good conversation and bouncing ideas around. Speaking with people in person gives you some forewarning though, my unease comes from the uncertainty of who might be on the other end of the line.
I take the calls, always, because it’s my job. Because they might just be a new customer, an old friend calling out of the blue, or a journalist looking for further information.
You just don’t know until you pick it up.
honest, I've been putting off writing it as I know it's going to ruffle a few feathers and generally provoke a difficult analysis of our industry.
The blogosphere I refer to in this deconstruction is a mostly female space. (There are many expressions of gender on the internet obviously, but the industry I experience is predominantly created by people who identify as women).
Again this is a Sunday Summation covering the past two weeks, as I must admit this whole series slightly slipped my mind last weekend... oops.
As you may be aware, back in June Des and I took part in The Clearing Project - a post-apocalyptic vision of the future set in the grounds of Compton Verney, a Stately home turned Art Gallery in rural Warwickshire.