When I’m busy, very busy, I have prodigiously intense powers of concentration. When I’ve got a ton to do, you could march a snow-white elephant in front of my desk
followed by 20 or 40 ululating women, and chances are I’d hardly lift an
eye-brow.
Being able to
concentrate in such a manner gets people miffed at me some times. I skip meetings.
Don’t respond to questions and work till the wick is low. Annoying as it may
be, it’s always worked for me. Even if I were capable of changing my behavior,
I’m not sure I would.
I was in one of these
concentrative-stupors the other afternoon. I had a boatload of copy to write,
no discernible brief, and a client meeting less than a day away. It was a lot
of stuff and even the agency’s “culture,” (people playing bad music loudly)
couldn’t keep me from my appointed
rounds.
Then, perhaps a bit like Poe’s Raven, I felt my phone vibrate. I ignored
it. It vibrated again. After a third or fourth vibration I could ignore it no longer. I picked it up and
fairly barked at whoever was disturbing me.
“What,” I George’d.
“Hey, it’s Rob. I need some help.”
Rob and I go way back. Though I was more than a trifle annoyed, I was
ready to lend a hand.
“George, I just read an article in Ad Age and I think I need you.”
“I’m all yours, friend. You’ve bailed me out enough.”
“So in this article, it said that ‘content strategy has to be at the
heart of your digital transformation.’ At the heart of my digital transformation.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, half returning to my typing. “I might have read the
same thing.”
“Here’s the problem. Shit, I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, listen,” I answered. “Getting panicked isn’t going to help.”
“I just went looking for my content strategy and you’ll never guess how
I fucked up. I put my content strategy at the pancreas of my digital transformation.”
“The pancreas? That is serious. The pancreas is nowhere near the heart. If
you’re doing digital transformation, what’s your content strategy doing
way down there?”
“It must have slipped. I wanted my content strategy at the heart of my digital transformation. But next
thing I know…”
“Pancreas.”
“Dude. I’m 56 years old.
They could fire my ass for this. Remember McNally?”
I didn’t.
“He placed his content
strategy down at the duodenum of his digital transformation. He was out on his
keister the next day.”
“Poor McNally,” I lied. “But
look on the bright side. The placing your content strategy at the pancreas of
your digital transformation is much closer than placing your content strategy
at the duodenum of your digital transformation.”
“Your solicitude is not
helping matters any,” Rob barked.
“Rob, Rob…”
He slammed down the
phone.
A ringing reverberated through my nose the rest of the day.
A ringing reverberated through my nose the rest of the day.
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