So yesterday morning around 10 AM, I walked into my new offices with the large company I work for (who shall, as always, remain nameless in public). Interesting experience!
Part of the security procedure is a check-in, assigning a badge to an individual, and taking that person’s fingerprints. It’s part of the routine; in order to get into the server room floor, or certain parts of the building, you must not only have your badge, but also put your hand on a fingerprint scanner. It works fairly reliably, and is a sensible part of general security policy, which is “what you are, what you have, and what you know: choose to verify at least two of the three for reasonable security.”
So I’m chatting with the security guard, and he blurts out, “You sure seem a lot more like a salesman than a computer guy.”
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“No, really,” he goes on, “you seem to have the personality. You enjoy people; you should really consider a career in sales. It could be good for you.”
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“It’s financially rewarding, and really, it’s all about building good relationships. You seem to have that down pat.”
Fact: I hate sales. With a passion. It’s a necessary evil, I suppose, but it’s something I watched my Mom stress out over for twenty years. It’s not a place I’m interested in going. I’m a tech, and was pretty much really anti-social until 10th grade when I decided it was time to get some hygiene and get some friends.
“Well,” I responded, “I’ve been some sort of computer admin for about ten years now. I’m pretty good at what I do, and I enjoy it a lot.”
“Fair enough,” the portly security guard responded as he turned away to finish setting up my badge and handprint security settings, “but I think you’re missing out.”
The thing is, this wouldn’t have been so weird if I hadn’t felt like I’ve had this exact same conversation every place I’ve worked for the last ten years.
“Why are you a meter reader? You’d make a great salesperson.”
“Wow, Matt, you’re far too sociable and friendly for me to imagine you stuck behind a computer screen being a geek all day.”
“I think you got into the wrong career, son; you should have been a salesman.”
What is it? Is it my short hair? My slightly-plump friendliness? Reasonably good hygiene?
(Which reminds me, after putting my hand on the same hand scanner as everybody else in the building, I better go wash my hands. Ugh.)
It’s hard to develop a serious reputation as a UNIX geek extraordinaire when most people seem to think I’ve missed my calling!