So, I’ve started trying to do this “networking” thing.
Let’s not lie, since I’m going to do enough it of pretending to be interested in you boring people. The first sentence wasn’t a lie, by the way, I actually have started trying talking to people who I don’t know. Amazing, I know.
I’m terrible with meeting new people. I try to go to the Thunderbird Pub every week for a few minutes just to see if anything interesting happens – drunk people can be extremely entertaining – but usually it’s just me, standing there wild-eyed and confused, like a turkey who just wandered into Butterball’s executive board meeting the day before Thanksgiving. “Why am I here?” I ask someone. “What is going on?” I clutch at some random passerby. “You’re not going to eat me, are you?!” I scream at everyone who hasn’t ignored me already. Sometimes I rock back and fort in the corner and make crying noises, too, which is the only thing preventing me from running out, yelping in abject terror.
It’s not that I haven’t tried, really. Once, I tried to be the loud and annoying American on a flight from the US to Taiwan, and despite drawing on all my cultural knowledge of how loud and annoying those damn Americans can be, I failed miserably at holding a conversation for more than 30 seconds. And it was pretty awkward anyway; you know how you try to get the person to talk about themselves sometimes by kind-of asking or hinting that you think they are something (nationality, job, age, etcetera)? Well I got all four of those wrong. Yeah, massive failure.
At least it doesn’t seem to be limited to just me. Asians in general seem to suck at this networking stuff. Actually, that’s wrong; Kale, Hindu god of destruction, pointed out that they’re really good at it when everyone around them has black hair – when I was in Taiwan sometimes I felt like I wasn’t actually spending money but getting a lot of favors, and perhaps because of that I shouldn’t return for a few years – but apparently once we get to the US we all think that we can get places with just merit and ability, and that those count for something in a world where, even if you’re in the 99th percentile and despite what your wonderful mother thinks, retard, you still have 10 million competitors (only real statistics at my blog) that can kick your ass from here to Timbuktu in everything from abacus bowling to zebra riding. Hey! Don’t ask, just accept.
Whether or not it’s a language barrier, or a cultural barrier, this becomes a problem since I want to work in Asia, which means networking with Asians that seem to be completely oblivious to my intent of trying to know them and by extension who they know. For example:
Me: “So you lived in Singapore, huh?” (By the way, I’m trying to get a foot in East Asia’s door, preferably through Singapore, because of INSEAD. SHAMELESS PLUG LOL!, but it is my blog, after all.)
Random networking attempt victim: “Yes! Also in the Philippines, and Pakistan, and the UAE.”
Me: “Wow. (When I meet people that have been to that many countries, I actually am impressed. But regardless:) So… what was Singapore like, huh?”
Victim: “This is my first time in the US, though.”
Me: (Now I’m kinda wondering about his avoidance. Life if he had childhood trauma there or something.) “I’m actually trying to get out the US! And hopefully pursue my career in East Asia.” (See? I’m not totally incompetent. I left it it open for them to ask if they even remotely have a smudge of interest, or at the very least want to fake it.)
Him: “(Goes off on a totally random tangent. Such as:) So did you come here right after graduation?” (Definitely bad childhood experience.)
(By the way, I’m really bloody tired of hearing that, and I’m getting close to decking the next person who asks either that or “Do you speak Mandarin?” in a retarded context. No, I don’t speak Mandarin, I’m just bleedin’ psychic because I just continued the conversation fluently from the random aside you said! We ABCs are all cultureless bastard children of China’s long and ancient and rich and fabulous history of being trodden upon by foreign empires and itself.)
Back to me sucking at networking, as this is my blog, after all. Actually, I’ve been a lot more successful than I thought I would be, and I’ve already made third circle contact – that, okay, hasn’t actually replied yet but I’m close!!! – and it’s a really good contact. (When I say “third circle,” I mean where “first” is people you know, and “second” is people they know, etcetera.) That wasn’t even through Thunderbird’s alumni network, which the CMC talks reverently about as if it were some sort of primeval force that helped create the universe. “Pray to the alumni network and they will help you find a job, auhmmm… but true power comes from within.”
I’ve found out that the easy part is the first and second circles, since you actually have control over this section. The third group is what seems to really count for me in Asia, since it’s sorta, you-know, far away, and you’re more at the mercy of someone’s caring nature and free time at that point. I suppose thus far people haven’t had much of one or the other. (Or both.) I knew I should have tried to grow up sexier. Or in Asia, where everyone apparently knows each other by sheer merit of their telepathic black hair.
In any case, I really hope I can find someone soon who can help me get the proverbial foot in the door, and not accidentally slam it on my foot in the process. Because that’s what it comes down to, right? Forget the niceties, forget the social foxtrot to not say something that will blow your chances. What we’re really asking is how the hell can you help me, and how can I make it seem like I’m totally-blowing-your-mind awesome and probably can help you in return… somehow. Someday. Over the rainbow. Perhaps it’s that last part that is the problem, since everyone knows that these silly fresh-out-of-undergrad babies have no real connections, abilities, or hell, opposable thumbs for that matter. Those damn onions, they’re just societal leeches. Have them level up some and then come back!
Well, I’ll show them. Before I get out of here, I’m going to have the most extensive network of anyone on campus. The alumni network will come to me for contacts! Well, maybe not, but I’ll definitely try to have a much wider spread of connections both inside and outside of Thunderbird. I intend on amazing at least a couple people, and it really annoys me that I didn’t start doing this sooner. Go-go gadget networking, gung-ho, rawr!
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So, um, what was your name again?
(By the way, whoohoo disclaimer!, I don’t mean to dismiss Chinese culture up there. But, contrary to what some people seem to try convincing themselves, Chinese culture is not amazing because it was a giant impregnable Han dynasty reconnaissance for four millennium. However, it’s a testament to its strength in that it not only survived, but absorbed and remained massively dominant and relatively unchanged to this day regardless of the serious shit that totally went down through those years. Pretty sure no one else repeated that to the same extent. But it wasn’t pretty, oh no.)
Today I finished Daniel Gross’s Pop! Why Bubbles Are Great For the Economy. Title’s pretty self-explanatory. I hope.
Whereas European companies proceeded at a methodical and gradual pace in building their telegraph and railroad networks, US companies raced – literally – each other, trying to see who could build the most extensive and best railroads. Fiber optics were thrown into the ground at an rate at the end of the 90s with the same fervor.
So, many of these ideas end up benefiting many of the people that weren’t even involved. (So if you were a sucker that plunged $70 into Cisco, Gross jokingly says you should feel okay about it because you were doing your part in the economy.) The use of telegraph and railroad wasn’t very integral to the way people ran businesses when they were placing them in place. Within a few decades, though, they were indispensable, just like how the internet is today. And it was cheap because there was so damn much of it! In the Dot-Com bust, we see this all happen at breakneck “internet speed” (I find this term ironic since running around the internet was slow as hell before broadband became widely accessible – in part because of the bust), with the companies involved blowing through their millions or billions in just a few years. But in the same amount of years, the overabundance of bandwidth and infrastructure that we were left with drove prices down for consumers, allowing everyone to access more robust content, and send it out at a fraction of the cost and in a fraction of the time.