A friend of a friend recently started his own company with another friend of his. (I realize I just used the word ‘friend’ more times than was absolutely necessary, but I wanted to distance myself from this person but at the same time illustrate some level of familiarity… which will hopefully excuse the next part of my trirade…) So, as one does, I stalked him on social media. Also, it was something quite esoteric, like some sort of nebulous corporate consulting gig… which immediately gets my hackles up and usually has me hauling out the soapbox pulpit from which to rage from.
In any event. This newly minted company had a staggering employee roster of two, one of whom was listed as the CEO, the other as the CFO. Apparently titles bandied about without any sense of irony or parody. I was briefly amused. But I think this is where we are at…
In the pretend world we now dwell in, we are of course all awesome and at the top of our game/life achievement trajectory. Even if we are not.
Don’t get me wrong, I love (the concept of) entrepreneurship (I’m not so sure about ACTUAL entrepreneurship these days anymore, having recently decided it may not be all its cracked up to be) and people who want to create something or even freelance have my undying respect and admiration…
But this weird hangup we have with titles and wanting to be seen by our peers as paragons and exemplars (even if its all just blatantly spurious)… I don’t know, maybe its just me?
In my own company we have an incredibly flat hierarchy. Well… actually there’s no hierarchy and no one has any official designations. I just sorta expect people to get on with it and self manage. Which… actually may be the current source of all my problems. This worked better for us when we were smaller and with people of a certain proclivity and/or tendency. In any event that is a whine for another time.
In the meantime I will just quietly congratulate myself that I am ACTUALLY awesome. While all these other posers and pretenders are just playing house. Ha ha ha.
I mean I like to pretend that I don’t care. But really I care enough to look people up and then rain down judgement and feel smug about my own little fiefdom and its eccentricities… and stuff. So really I’m just the flip side of the same coin.
I thought I was special.
Hate this introspection bullshit.