More specifically, the IT person's process, not yours.
A post by Jay Rollins over at TechRebublic is very interesting.
The premise is software selection, but the basics apply to anyone approaching the IT folks.
The account is quiet funny - especially, because all the things he went through, we can all see happening.
Thomas the Tank Engine as a tool?
A Pizza Party for ALL THE SUPPORT TEAM?
Oh, and a pushy sales person - no way, can't happen.
The best quote from his post, "...The next time a vendor wants to impose their process on us instead of the other way around, I’ll tell them to take a hike..."
Copiers, printers, Blades, paper, toner, MPS, PM, managed services, paperclips - if you sell, keep selling, sell today, sell in a recession, sell in a depression, sell even though the gov't takes half, never stop.
You sell. You don't run from history.
You make it.
It's tough out here - but here we are.
Thing is, it can always be worse -
Superbowl, 2002. Just months after 911.
The nation was in mourning - we needed something to get ourselves back up. Soldiers were cool again.
Do you remember the Empty Sky's of 9-12? That was scary.
Superbowl, for us, represented something more than a football game - it meant we were still here, the US, we Americans were still standing.
Still here to do what we Americans do: watch football, buy music, dance in the frickin streets, flaunt those who hate us, those who would kill us, and to sell.
We were celebrating life while remembering those who went before us.
It took a few crazy Muslims to tear down the towers.
But a rock band from Ireland, it's lead crooner sporting goofy blue shades, helped us remember who we are and helped us tell the world, we weren't going anywhere.
Let the cube rats play in the dark. Let the sales managers who have forgotten their passion and left their soul somewhere in the corporate cafeteria, try to keep score.
Keep going, no matter who, no matter what gets in your way - don't let them win.
Not the congressmen we elect, not the fat, lazy, bureaucrats, not your covetous neighbors, not the terrorists or that overly pompous PA can keep you down. You know the score.
It can all end tomorrow, for them it will be a period at the end of an empty life.
For us, we who make things out of nothing, we will be complete.
