After the lackluster, and business, of the “new” member of a creative team dies, there is little left. At least today. Today there was a bog presentation. To which I contributed like maybe .000002% of my knowledge, but still, my fingerprint was in fact placed on the presentation. Nonetheless, the presentation is not mine. It is collaborative. And it is not I who must be ready, it is the agency. As for me? I sit. and sit. and. sit. Being that I am new, and temporary, I have no permanent place here. I have no “spot” no corner on which to pee and establish territory. It is therefore I have no long term…. anything! I am a fly-by project involvee. They whistle, and I run. They shout, and scurry. I am like the exclamation point. Not entirely necessary, but when there is need for emphasis, and you want something noticed, I am called to put forth a fresh perspective. In the sentence, “I have no cheese.” I am the one who would be called upon to ask, whats missing? I say, “well, not having cheese, as a statement on its own, with no preceding commentary, seems to be in need of being heard. I believe that one would not randomly comment on such a thing without either being asked, or having strong feelings about it. Thus– the exclamation point.
Please understand, Just being in the sentence is an honor, really. REALLY. I cannot be thankful enough for something like that. But I strive for more. I want to pee in a corner and make it mine. I want to be a “go to” person. I want to hear my name in distant conversations, knowing that I will soon be approached for expertise. I suppose to be approached, one must be an expert in something. Argh. Always with the semantics. It is nice to ahve branding all around for for a change. I fully enjoy having pride for the team on which I play, temporarily or not. The agency who finally brought me in, and gave me a notebook with the company branded name on it. In that small way, I feel like I contribute to something.
