Observing the interwebs abuzz today about the long (up to an 11-hour wait in L.A.!) iPhone lines, and the lines already forming (three days ahead of the first screening!) for the next Twilight sequel, I am reminded of this scenario:
A friend of ours who works in sales gets honored often as a leading performer at his company, a large and established organization which is one of the 87 current members of the S&P 500 that have been members since its inception in 1957. The honoring happens at lavish banquets attended by the company’s top managers and featuring a pricey speaker.
Understand that our friend is a madman, who rides his three-wheeled Piaggio motorcycle with the governor of the state where he lives, has 28 tattoos— including one on his (hairy) chest of a man pushing a lawnmower, next to which he shaves a smooth swatch as if the tattooed lawnmower has mowed his chest; and as a hobby he spent a couple of years performing standup comedy as a Catholic priest (he’s Jewish). None of the tattoos is visible outside our friend’s business suit. Nobody at his company knows he does stand-up under a stage name while wearing a Roman collar. He plays the company game, but it is far from the only game he plays.
Our friend told us that the speaker at a recent banquet where he was honored as his division’s Salesperson of the Year gave a speech about ‘Finishing First.’ About how nothing else would do. About how a person has a choice between finishing first and being a loser. How in sales, there is no prize for second place, first place is the only place that matters. You either make the sale or you don’t.
Our friend approached the speaker after his speech and struck up a conversation that went like this.
FRIEND: Nice speech.
SPEAKER: Thank you.
FRIEND: What’d you get for it? Forty thousand dollars? Am I close?
SPEAKER: Uh..that’s in the ballpark.
FRIEND: You know, our first choice for a speaker was Colin Powell, but he wanted two-hundred thousand dollars and we couldn’t afford it. So it looks like finishing second worked out pretty well for you, didn’t it?
“When I saw the look on his face I felt bad for saying it,” says our friend. “But I couldn’t resist. It was such an obviously lame premise. There are all kinds of situations where finishing first has nothing to do with your success.”
So you’re waiting in line for the iPhone or the Twilight. Cool. It’s a happening. A social event. Remember, though, that meaningful transactions happen in the line, with other people, not at the end of it, with an apparatus or an apparition.
Enjoy the ride and you won’t ever have to worry about whether you’ll be the first to arrive.
Tags: Apple, Banquet, Catholic, Colin Powell, culture, Dying of First, First place, Games, Industrial Age, iPhone, Jewish, lines, Networked World, Performance, S&P 500, Sales, Stand-up Comedy, Tattoo
Great story.
Love it Mike, Love it. Great freakin’ story. Loooove how it all tied in at the end. Bravo!