Nope, product manager.
An internal consultant,
Who can’t explain what he does want.
Refuses to write tickets,
then complains all is crickets.
“No one is working!
My requests you are shirking!
Everything is broken!”
With Product have you spoken?
Angry, abrasive, and unclear.
Got the job!
I killed the PM interview. Strategic vision, innovation, driven by passion.
Hit the ground running. Come in hot. New ideas! Change it up! See my brilliance!
If you come in hot, you’ll burn bridges you haven’t even built yet.
Come in warm. With warmth.
I came out of a meeting
It went so well! I think.
So many good ideas.
People were really listening to me.
I am brilliant.
That feeling of elation is my brain
enamored of the sound of my own voice.
Silence taps me gently on the shoulder.
I turn, sheepish in my misguided self-adoration.
“Bring me with you next time,” she whispers kindly.
“I can help you see the truth in that room.”
My mouth opens, choking on the protest as it exits.
Silences places a delicate finger on my lips and gently shakes her head.
“Take me with you.
Only then will you see the truth.
And they will begin to feel your brilliance.”
Maybe one day I will listen.