I'm sick of politics.
And no, I'm not referring to the ramp up to the big day last week.
What I speak of is more insidious. I am talking, of course, of office politics. The cloak and dagger of the hallowed halls of the corporate world. I'll do X for you but only if you do Y. Imply, whisper, shoot a glance, "forget" to thank a team player for their part in a win, close a door, laugh too loud at someone's even louder inappropriate humor, steal something out of the community fridge, spread the news of a manager's resume thoughtlessly left on the copier, leave someone off a meeting request.
And oh yeah, send a call-it-like-ya-sees-it e-mail, copying the Managing Director.
I am guilty of this last. I did it about an hour ago. I was backed into a corner by my new boss, who basically changed the dance card for the client meeting tomorrow. In this meeting, I was to present a 52 page copydeck. That's a lot of content. The client has been looking forward to it for weeks now: every time we meet, they talk about how much they're anticipating "the 14th - your big day!" I believe was how one of them put it last week.
But my NB has other ideas. He doesn't want to present copy. Or any creative for that matter. After a meeting last week where his idea crashed and burned, and he actually got belligerent on the call, he's decided that tomorrow's meeting should be a Come to Jesus where the client rallies around the big idea that he couldn't sell them on last week. Oh, did I mention that in that doomed meeting, the client was also a bit upset because they didn't see any attention to copy? Copy, I might add, that I had developed, but that, just before said meeting, my NB had decided he didn't want to present? His rationale being that it might "distract" from his brilliant idea. That they hated.
But for tomorrow? As far as what they are expecting? The copy? My part in this?
"Nah. And if they ask for it, I'll just tell 'em Lucia's still working on it."
Even though I worked 16 hours over this past weekend to make the deadline.
Even though I sent the completed deck to him and everyone else on the team at 6:41PM last night. Even though telling the client this will not just make me look bad, but make the entire team look bad.
I went back to my desk and ruminated. And then, I sent an e-mail. To the team. Including the Managing Director. Saying that in case the client brings up the desire to see copy tomorrow, I will have plenty of copydecks available at my desk. Now this, I know, will piss the hell out of my new boss. But you know what?
I don't care.
One of the glorious things about getting older is you've seen enough train wrecks to know when one is fixin' to happen. Tomorrow promises to be a doozey. And like I've said before, I'm a hired gun for a reason. When it's time to pack up my toys and go home, I don't stick around the sandbox. My aim is to do my job, be of service to the client, several people whom I happen to respect and care about.
Also I don't have any interest in being the sacrificial lamb in this political backyard barbecue.
So I wrote my e-mail. And I hit send con brio. There are more important things in this world than worrying if you'll be liked or even if you'll be allowed to continue being humiliated. I think our girl Edith here would tend to agree. So bring it, chum. I got nothing to lose.