An interesting thing happened today. As a blogger, it's my sworn duty to report on things that I find interesting and that you might find remotely interesting IF we were on a date and you thought I might put out. Okaaay, the story...
I was leaning into a cubicle this morning, talking to someone who was either looking down my shirt or wondering why I felt the need to lean in to a wide open cubicle. We were engaged in a heated discussion on the placement of links in a shopping page when this guy, Spence (not his real name, but an appropriately vague and "spitty" bilabial pseudonym), walked by and said hi.
Now a guy saying hi isn't news, unless the guy is Jesus, because then, well, you'd have a question or two. No, not Jesus, just Spence. So Spence is walking by on his way to the kitchenette and says, "Hey man, causing trouble again?" and turning to the cubicle occupant, "Gotta watch out for that guy, he's always up to something."
So yeah, that wasn't exactly a hi but it was meant as such. Also, he said it kinda quick so what it sounded like was "hey, trouble, watch out, something." In other words, "Hi". Quite fascinating was the ability for his head to stay centered while the rest of him kept moving towards the kitchenette, like an ironic t-shirted owl.
First, how the hell are you supposed to respond to something like that? You don't right? Because I didn't. I just said, "Hey, what's up?" As expected, he kept walking and that was that.
What's interesting about this? Well, first, I don't really know Spence very well. In fact, I barely know him at all, aside from being in a few of the same large meetings with him. Socially, we're not in the same category and would never be non-work friends. So the funny thing is, Spence has been doing that a lot lately. The exchanges have been the "hey, notice me" type of things. In fact, so have a few other people. Now if I was one of the many ridiculously good-looking women in the office, that exchange would totally make sense. I'd file it away as a poorly executed attempt at flirtation and remember not to bend over in a busy hallway. And I'd also button up my shirt a bit more, there was definitely staring from within the cubicle.
Soooo I'm not a hot girl and I'm pretty sure I'm not a hot guy so I began to think this was something else entirely. What I came up with was this: Spence is relatively new and in the order of things, I outrank him. I also outrank most of the other people that have been strangely friendly. Could it be... I'm being kissed up to?
Oh boy.
Now I should be saying something about not being power hungry or the boss type but you should know that about me already. Seriously, this is freaking me out. I am quite aware, with a little pride but not too much arrogance, that at this stage of my career, I do solidly outrank a few people. I am also aware that in the scheme of things, kissing up is de rigueur and everyone does it. Hell, I've done it before.
The problem is, I haven't expected people to do it to ME! I've always had the same problem with women. A hot girl in college asked me after class one day, "Hey, I liked what you said in class, we should have coffee sometime and talk about the next project." To which I said, in all seriousness, "Ok, but I can't this week, gotta finish my thesis." Doh!
The thing is, I'm great at poker but horrible at spotting social maneuvers. When is it necessary to second-guess a person's motives and when can you just take people at face value? Perhaps Spence wasn't kissing up but if he was, I'm not sure I could act normally myself. Opening the door to interpreting people's motives means taking the red pill and never seeing the world the same again. Not taking the pill means being blissfully ignorant but perhaps susceptible to manipulation. It's not a fun choice.
I'm in the business of selling people what they didn't know they wanted. Perhaps it's too late to take the moral high ground... or in my case, swim back to shore, cut through the forest and hope to find the trail to the high ground. The problem is, I don't like where this going. Is this game so intricately woven into our social fabric that everyone has to play? Is it possible to trust and respect in an environment where we all act out roles?
I don't know. I don't have the answer but I at least feel like I need to give Spence the benefit of the doubt. Oh god, I'm going to be eaten alive.