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I Can Buy Myself Flowers … But I Didn’t …

A few weeks ago, I received a bouquet of flowers.

That’s unusual enough, but it’s who sent them to me and why that’s the interesting part.

Let me take this opportunity to say that I will not be telling you who it was or the specific reasons why … but there is a point to me telling you this story.

You see, the bouquet was sent by someone pretty famous.

As in, globally pretty famous.

And they did it because they wanted to say ‘thank you’ for some work I did for them a while ago.

Now, I am under no illusion that [1] they will have done the same thing for a bunch of people and [2] it was no doubt organised by someone in their management team … but the fact they did it is amazing.

Let’s be honest, most wouldn’t.

Let’s be even more honest, even the one’s who should, still don’t.

Now I appreciate I have somehow ended up being the exception to the rule with things like Green M&M’s … a Wayne Rooney Man Utd shirt … a custom built cigar box guitar … a signed Rick Rubin and Beastie Boys photograph … a years supply of Coke Zero … the Metallica x Rimowa suitcase, as seen above … but while they are all amazing [and there’s others, including the best reference I’ve ever received], this is different.

You see with all those other things, they came from people/organisations I had long-standing relationships with.

Measured in years.

But this wasn’t.

This came from a couple of weeks work I did for them over maybe a period of a month.

Now I appreciate I wasn’t paid for it [I was asked to help them by someone else I work with, who paid my fee instead] but it was a joyful experience and I was glad they were glad with what I helped do.

Which leads to the second reason why these flowers are amazing.

Because while they were in relation to the work I did – which was pretty small and well over a year ago – it was kind-of giving me some credit for them winning a major award … which, frankly, is utterly preposterous.

I’m not humble bragging.

OK, I am, but I don’t mean to be.

Not am I trying to act all coy.

My involvement was only related to distributing their work, not creating it.

It’s like Spielberg giving me a gift because I told some friends ET was a good movie and they went to see it.

OK, maybe that is a bit too humble [haha] but the reality is their award was about their talent, hard work and quality of work, so for them to even consider others at this time, is testimony to how brilliant a human they really are.

And they are.

Proper brilliant.

Even more so given the first time we spoke, they asked why I didn’t like them, because the people who’d got me involved had told them that, ‘for a laugh’.

Pricks.

Which gets to the point of this post.

I know my role in their work was important, but – in the big scheme of things – insignificant.

But they don’t want me to think that way.

More than that, they won’t let me think that way.

They want me to know they see what I did. That they acknowledge and value it … and that’s amazing.

They have so many people in their life, but they looked out for someone they met a few times.

Talk about making me want to do more for them.

Talk about making me want to do all I can for them.

Talk about making me feel ten feet fucking tall because of them.

I get this may have come from their management more than them, but even then that’s amazing. Plus they signed the card so it’s not like this happened without their awareness … even if they have a million cards with their signature on it available to be used

Now I am not walking around expecting them to dump a pile of cash in my bank account.

I’m not even expecting to do any more work for them.

But I am thinking I want them to win.

Win in life. Win in their career. Win in everything.

They have a cheer leader for them, in me, for life.

Now you could say they’re pandering for popularity … that this is all some sort of ego trip.

And I get why you’d say that. But you’d be wrong.

Because they were tough and demanding.

Not just on people like me, but also on themselves.

Because this work was more than just ‘putting something out’, it was putting themselves out.

There’s a lot of backstory I could talk about to explain this, but that’s not my place … but what I will say is that there’s a lot of talk about leadership, but this may be one of the best examples I’ve ever seen or experienced in my life.

I’m glad they won that award.

They deserved it.

For their work. For their talent. For their vision. For their character.

And when was the last time you could say that about someone in a corporation?

So thank you to this person. You didn’t just restore my faith in humanity, you surprised it … putting aside that when I told Andy, he said if I got a ‘particpation award’, what did the people who actually played a real role in their success and achievement get.

Which is why if there’s an award for asshole, he would win every time.

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