An old post….considered an “oldie, but a goodie!” 😉
So, you know how the show Survivor works?? Well… I got voted off the island last night.
The company that I was consulting for, in a bold but not unexpected move, fired their CIO three weeks ago. They immediately followed up with assessing and letting go of the myriad of high priced consultants one by one. To set the stage appropriately, the now former CIO believed in a bizarre brand of “healthy competition” and hired multiple consulting firms to support (aka “fight over”) the same projects. There were at least 9 consulting and professional services organizations and no less than 20 consultants engaged in 3 projects for a $300m company. That doesn’t include the 30 or so full time staffers. (If anyone in the industry is interested, email me and I’ll tell you who all the firms were. It’s good for a chuckle.)
In the first couple of days after the Chief made his unceremonious exit, 2 consultants from the LT tribe got cut and happily ran like hell to get on the next plane home. The ones left behind were silently relieved and openly envious. A few more days went by and DB and Associates got cut….a few more days after that and the TC tribe went home…..then a couple of the Q tribe just left on their own, knowing it was only a matter of time for them…. and then SS got tossed….. one by one….until only one consulting firm and two lowly consultants were left.
In the final hours….it was down to just John and I. I pondered the irony. I had previously begged and pleaded with my bosses to get me off the account and send me anywhere else….yes, even New Jersey. But they wouldn’t budge. There was much unnecessary laughter and comments about how I had to “take one for the team”. (I never forgave them for that by the way.) But now it was all different. I wanted to be the last one standing triumphantly hoisting my 60 page IT Strategic Roadmap in the air. I was relatively confident and knew I had the better skill set and experience for what they needed ….but alas, I also knew I was weak in the “relationship” department. I tried to remember who I had pissed off last and how that might impact my chances. Who did I need to take to lunch to atone?
In the final moments, John (brilliant in his own right) won out with better alliances and relationships. I was overjoyed and pissed off in equal doses. “Be careful what you wish for John!” was my final taunt as the elevator door closed on my last trip to that crazy building (which I swear was built to signal alien spaceships).
Despite it being a completely miserable 9 month experience, I guess I should be happy that I made it to the final tribal council. Maybe I’ll get to do the talk-show circuit and then come back as the nemesis on the final challenge or as a judge in the next season.
Oh, the joys of consulting!