“Don’t talk to Pete. He is a dipshit.”
In another era of my professional life, I read this love-note on an e-mail from a disgruntled client to her boss. I am unsure whether I was copied intentionally – but I am sure it gave her a certain amount of pleasure that I got to read what she thought of me.
At that time of my life, I was part of an international sales-force of a company that did business on 5 continents.
And a month before I am called a dipshit –
I was celebrated
as the highest performing sales-person
Among hundreds of sales people around the globe.
In fact, they give me a bunch of money and big, fat prize
for being so great.
The Divine likes to remind me:
The distance between hero and dipshit is the length of time it takes to read a two-sentence e-mail.