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Socially Inept

Sunday, June 7th, 2009

I’m not the sort of person that one would immediately think of as an apologist for social media. I have no MySpace, Facebook, or Twitter accounts, for example. The reasons for this aren’t very interesting, so we’ll skip the rationalizations for right now, and instead move on to the thing that’s bothering me about all this stuff at the moment.

Lots of corporations are moving into the social media space, which is a tricky thing to think about. When individuals sign up for these sites, it implies a desire to be communicated with. They want to be friended, messaged, gifted, whatever, by people they know who already use these sites, and they also might possibly want to meet (virtually, at least) strangers whose interests might be compatible with their own. They want to talk.

A company with a Twitter account or a Facebook page may not want these things. In fact, it’s highly likely that all they’re after is some sort of marketing gimmick, another in the long line of additions to the cost of doing business.

But that unwillingness to engage in a real two-way conversation is no betrayal of the social media ethos. Corporations are purposely constructed in such a way as to isolate decision-makers from the customers on whom their decisions have an impact. They mediate their communications accordingly, whether it’s via phone, email, or website. So it goes with social media.

No, the thing that bothers me is how some individuals are treating social media. That is, individuals who treat social media as if they themselves were giant, faceless corporations. These are people who, in keeping up with the latest career-building advice, have been bombarded by the  message that a successful person needs to engage in the social web if they want to stay successful. So they build their profiles wherever the current fashion tells them they should, and they begin the long process of connecting them up to people they believe might be able to help them.

This, in itself, isn’t so bad. What’s annoying is when they grouse about it. Because they might get lots of friend requests or communication attempts from lots of strangers — strangers they see no benefit in associating with. That’s what they complain about; constantly having to slough off the human detritus with which there is no point in engaging, because there’s no concievable profitable transaction to be had from them.

Actually, I can sympathize with this point of view — I have much more silly irritants, let me tell you — but I’m kind of tired of hearing about it. I don’t care to hear about your struggles with signal (your marketing message) to noise (passers-by who want to communicat with you for fun) because, honestly, you need that noise if your plan is going to work.

There are professional-oriented sites that do the same thing as Facebook and MySpace. But, in restricting your audience, you reduce the possibility that the person you want to talk to will actually find you. Social media sites are desirable venues for marketing precisely because so many disparate people use them. Aunt Mandy, who signed on to MySpace in order to keep up with her nieces and nephews, might just possibly know someone in publishing or fashion, and you write off her attempts to engage with your stated interest in Shih Tzu breeding or some other unprofessional hobby at your peril.

Thing is, I hardly hear people complaining about the kind of offline networking that’s become de rigeur for professional people; I suspect that as time goes on, we’ll stop hearing complaints about its online counterpart. At least, I hope that’s the case, because I’m rapidly losing patience with those whiney professionals out there. Look, selling your ass has never been an easy, thing; the Internet hasn’t changed that fact.

| June 7th, 2009 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Money & Commerce, Science & Technology, Work | Tags: , , | Trackback | No Comments »



Hurtful Words

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

Yesterday, Claire Zulkey (of Zulkey.com) posted a polemic against the phrase “On a scale of 1 to 10,” and invited her readers to chip in with their own despised clichés. Which they did:

I’m a little bit disappointed with sports stars giving it “one hundred and ten percent”. It’s beginning to sound kind of measly. How about 200%! How about 300%!

I am sympathetic to their plight, for I have my own secret watch-phrases that irritate me beyond all reasonable measure. Of course, I’m certain that I have plenty of verbal tics that drive others batty. (Though, I wonder if the person who mentioned that he or she dislikes the phrase, “you can’t have your cake and eat it, too,” might take some comfort from actually understanding it’s purpose and function. It means that you can not use a consumable resource while continuing to possess it. So: You have some cake. You eat the cake. There is no more cake. You are sad because there is no more cake. [This happens to me all the time.] In other words, you can not experience the pleasure of possessing a consumable while simultaneously experience the pleasure of consuming that consumable. At least, not for long.)

In spite of my own irritation at certain overused words and phrases, I still somehow find myself saying them to other people. Not all the time, mind, but often enough to be embarrassing in the context of this discussion. What’s even worse is the common thread that runs through all of the conversations where I end up deploying these foxtail-like verbal irritants: It’s almost always a conversation that I believe is wasting my time.

Take this for an example: “It is what it is.” As others have pointed out, this is a brain-dead – but ubiquitous – tautology. I hardly think anyone uses it to try to communicate any profound insight; rather, I’m pretty sure it’s an attempt to end the conversation. At least, that’s how I use it. Usually, when I receive bad news at work that nobody can do anything about, I’ll say it. In my mind, “it is what it is,” translates to, “I acknowledge that I understand the information you have just provided. Also, I have managed to immediately come to terms with the disappointing nature of the information, and you don’t have to continue talking to me in an effort to make me feel good about it. Goodbye.”

In fact, most of the time when I’m using clichés, I’m indicating that I want out of the conversation by clearly demonstrating that I am unwilling to commit more than a small amount of my feeble brain-power to talking about whatever it is we’re talking about. Because it would be rude to say, “Okay, got it. Go away now. Or I’ll go away… one of us has to leave.”

I recognize that this sort of attitude is not a very kind one. I am sorry about that; but, I am a tired, lazy man, and not every conversation deserves the effort required for me to push myself to my rhetorical and creative heights. It’s not that I don’t like the people I’m talking to in these kinds of situations, or that I don’t respect them – I just don’t like talking endlessly about nothing at work as much as they do. It’s wrong of me, but it’s just the way I am.

Incidentally, you might be interested in this list of Forbidden Words from Matt Groening’s Life in Hell comic strip.

| May 14th, 2009 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Miscellaneous, Work | Tags: , | Trackback | No Comments »



A Christmas Essay

Thursday, December 25th, 2008

There’s a cold rain falling outside, and today is one of the grayest I’ve ever seen. On television one finds images of snow and all its various victims. It all seems a little too appropriate: We are a nation that’s hunkered down and frozen.

‘Tis the season for events that seem custom-made for metaphor. Like the economy, we wish our planes would just take off already, but they can’t due to factors beyond our control. And, as we’re finding out, the steps being taken on our behalves in order to ameliorate the situation can be quite toxic.

As ever, the suggestions meted out to the ordinary American seem poignantly absurd. How does one deal with airline delays and flight cancellations? Get to the airport early, of course — because the only way to combat waiting is with more waiting. And how can one pitch in to fix the busted economy? Spend more money. Naturally.

It all seems a little pat-on-the-head, this advice. It’s possible that it’s better to say something rather than nothing, but we’re supposed to be a nation of rugged independence; isn’t anyone else resentful of being spoken to like a child anymore?

As a coping mechanism the "let’s just ask everyone to spend more money" method does not have the air of a well thought-out Plan B. Actually, anyone who’s ever been told that they could help out by setting the table is probably experiencing a massive case of déjà vu whenever they watch the news, these days. Worse, one feels that those who encourage us to spend are being a little less than honest. We half expect that the genuine answer to any question about how us ordinary folk can help the economic situation would be the same advice that any stranded traveler has heard over and over: "There’s nothing you can do. Just hold on tight and wait."

And what about the grotesque irony of asking a workforce that’s losing jobs hand over fist to relax and open its wallets extra wide? One is reminded of the old comic-strip set-up that features a pair of prisoners hanging by their wrists in some smelly mediaeval dungeon, one saying to the other, "Well, aren’t you going to rescue me?"

It’s disturbing. For one thing, the American consumer already treats spending money the same way dogs treat eating food — with insatiable gusto. Asking us to ramp up the spending is ludicrous. We could if we would, Jack — can’t you see that there’s something wrong here?

For another thing, the whole program seems like a huge gamble. Okay, so we’re in financial trouble; seems like the sensible thing for the average American to do would be to reduce spending, save whatever they can, and get ready for some hard times. But why not take some risks? If we all spend money just as hard and fast as we can, maybe we’ll jumpstart the economy and your employer won’t have to lay you off! Of course, if you lose this bet, you’ll wind up with no job, no savings, and whatever nice stuff you can carry away from the place where you used to live.

Nobody really celebrates Labor Day anymore. And hardly anybody talks about the labor market or labor relations unless a bunch of people wind up out of work, or when there’s a huge government bailout on the line. Work is a dour necessity that we refuse to define ourselves by; what’s important is what our income (or our debt) allows us to buy, or where it allows us to shop.

Maybe it’s the after-effect of the Cold War — that costly chess game played against opponents who claimed to represent the interests of the workers of the world. These days, we don’t go in for much of that kind of talk. Mention "workers’ rights" in some quarters, and you’ll be calling an ambulance to cart away someone who’s just eye-rolled himself into having a stroke. But if "workers" are out, then "consumers" are very definitely in. At the very least, it’s a more inclusive term: not everybody works, but any tween with an allowance can be a consumer.

The annoying thing about this shift in identity, however, is the changing perception of the place from where our rights originate. When we demand our rights, we are no longer proclaiming them with our dignity and usefulness as working people, but as mere customers whose insistence upon being treated with respect and humanity comes from the fact that we paid for it. Or even, in some cases, the notion that hypothetically we might, some time in the future, pay for something.

Being inveigled to kick in all the cash we can muster in some bizarre up-from-the-bottom bailout only serves to remind us that the things we do are no longer important, but rather the things that we buy are. Should I work harder or strive to be more efficient? Naw, just get out there and spend. It’s this shift in attitudes that have turned Labor Day into some half-remembered excuse for a bar-b-que beer-buzz with a political meaning that we desperately try to avoid thinking about.

But if it’s true — if we now identify our primary societal role as one of consumption, doesn’t if follow that we consumers should get our own holiday? A day off wherein we celebrate our holy place in the cultural framework? Where we take time out to recall just what we’re good for — which is buying stuff? Shouldn’t we have one of those?

Oh, wait….

Merry Christmas.

| December 25th, 2008 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Money & Commerce, Work | Trackback | 1 Comment »



What We’re Capable Of

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

If we’ve been less than prolific lately (and we have), please be assured that it’s for a good reason. Or, at least, it’s for a reason. Or, failing that — um.

The problem is twofold: There’s been a shake-up at my day-job, that’s led to us being one person below headcount. The non-corporate speak version of that sentence is: Somebody quit.

So, of course, my team is having to pitch in and do this guy’s work, which is causing all of us a certain amount of grief. It’s not pretty, and you’ve probably been through this kind of thing, too, so you know what I’m saying.

I write an awful lot of posts for this site either late at night or during my lunch breaks at work, and then I schedule them to be posted the following day. Well, lunch has become unavailable, shall we say; also, I’m much less coherent at night than I used to be.

What’s worrying me these days is the possibility that someone, somewhere at my day job may decide that, since we’re managing to get everything done even though we’re short-handed, there’s no need to replace the guy who quit. Hey, think of the money we’ll save!

If you had enough open road, you could drive everywhere at 120 mph, all the time. Of course, you’ll probably fuck up your engine and shorten its life-span, but you could do it. Some managers, as it happens, have lead feet.

But people are just things, and if the people you’re dealing with happen to be cheap, well, we know how that goes. Like a dollar-store mop, you work it ’til the head comes off. Then get another one.

Sure, it might be a short-sighted management style, but considering the fact that your employees’ last cost of living increase was wiped out by rising inflation, that the only way to make more money is to either gain a promotion (not that there’s anywhere to go), or to leave your organization, why shouldn’t you expect 120%? What’s more, with you in the same boat, financially, you’ll probably be gone before the nasty effects of over-work rear their ugly heads.

So, go on middle-managers: shake it ’til you break it!

| September 16th, 2008 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Money & Commerce, Work | Trackback | No Comments »



We Create New Inconvenience

Wednesday, June 25th, 2008

Yesterday, I was minding my own business, when all of a sudden pow — I got illuminated. And in that harrowing moment, suspended over the yawning crevasse of universal knowledge by the breath of enlightenment and overwrought verbiage, it suddenly hit me: At last, I understood the iPhone.

I was browsing the mobile version of the Google Reader, when I spotted Ed Champion’s link to his latest Bat Segundo podcast. Oh goody, I thought, now all I have to do is go back inside, hook up my iPod to my computer, wait thirty minutes, and then I’m good to go. “Seems like a lot of work, I thought. I wish I could just download the thing right now, to my phone, and then I wouldn’t have to lug a second device around with me. Now, if I had an iPhone…” And then I thought, “What the hell?” And the heavens opened, my vision was suffused with a pink glow, and Steve Jobs’ laughter reverberated through the halls of time. (Sorry this is so over-written. I haven’t been sleeping well, lately.)

No, I’m not going to get an iPhone. I’m never going to get an iPhone. For one thing, I’m broke — but, mostly, it’s the fact that the only reason that struck me, in my epiphanic moment, was because something that had seemed like a normal everyday thing suddenly became an inconvenience. My grandfather used to have to drive for an hour if he wanted to see a movie — and now, I was balking at the thought of carrying around two tiny electronic devices instead of one.

I’m not so unique as an individual; surely, this same thought must have been percolating through a million other brains. It is from this mass infantilization of the human race that the ultimate convergence of technology will emerge. Two itty-bitty electronic tchotchkies? What a pain in the ass!

I’ve worked for companies where lack of communication and departmental dick-swinging ensured that every task that I got stuck with would have to be done in the most inefficient, time consuming way possible. But that’s okay, because people can listen to MP3′s on their phone, now. We’ve managed to stream-line our ability to amuse ourselves, but the business world is still riddled with managers who think that having to make a decision means going out to lunch for three hours, not answering my emails, and ignoring the fact that he’s not the only one with deliverables, dammit. And he’s only the first layer of the three groups of managers that I had to deal with. (Good lord, I’m glad I’m out of there.)

The answer is not more features on more phones; no, what we need are workplace structures that eliminate the opportunities that some unscrupulous fools use to avoid making real decisions without getting called out for their inaction.

Bum rush the breakroom!

| June 25th, 2008 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Science & Technology, Work | Trackback | No Comments »



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