Friday, May 22, 2009

He Lets the Ladies Come to Him


My girlfriend was explaining how single syllable names were "power names," and we both decided that I definitely did not have a power name, so I have created an alter ego named Rick Sode, who is the power version of myself. I have to say, it is quite empowering. Rick Sode likes scotch, Johnny Cash, and does not show any of the emotion that makes him a complex and intimidating presence. Lib would ask Rick a question, and I would have to answer as him. Not the easiest thing to do, but I kept imagining Don Draper from Madmen, and it became second nature:


"Rick Sode, how do you promote success in the work place?"


"Competition, animosity, and firm handshake. If you do a really nice job, maybe a pat on the back, but let's not get too friendly. Time is money."


I have to say, five minutes of being this guy is exhausting, and I am always glad to return to myself. 5'7" Bald as hell. 170 pounds.

4 comments:

  1. Rick Sode, if you could have a one word tagline to accompany your name, what would it be, and why?

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  2. Well, Rick Tana, I think it would be "There's only one way to find out." This is Rick Sode's mantra. For instance:
    "Rick Sode, do you think it's wise to invest in a startup company in these economic conditions?"
    or
    "Rick Sode, won't we get caught?"

    It works for a lot of intense situations where most people would either freeze up or talk too much. Try it. Rick Sode doesn't mind.

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  3. My name is Rick Tan. Not Tana. Get it right. Rick Tan likes bourbon, golfs nearly every other day, and makes every decision at work based on data. Data makes it emotionless and impersonal, letting him sleep at night, even when laying off 16% of the workforce.

    Rick Tan. Bottom line thinker, top shelf drinker, always a competitor.

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  4. Rick Sode would definitely not write a blog. Nor would he tweet. He would spend this time reading publications like "The Wall Street Journal" and "Mercenary."

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