About a month ago my boss called me at 5:30 to ask me a quick question. Unfortunately for him I was already back in "real me" mode and Kit had taken over my brain. I made a couple of jokes that gave him pause and I'm pretty sure he thought that I'd already started drinking.
Then last week a Twitter person called me. "I dont even know your name." she said. I told her but the next time I emailed her I signed it Kit. "You're so funny signing it Kit." she said. The REALLY funny thing is that Kit is more me than I am.
On Friday I was cold calling. Cold Calling sucks. Cold calling for an entire day is pretty much the most demoralizing thing you can do.
It was 4:30pm and I was sitting at my desk, couting the seconds until #wineparty when my email beeped to tell me I'd gotten a new message. The email was a link to an article about an online business in my territory. The first thing I did was go to Linkedin to find imporant people at the company. Once I'd found them I looked at their bios to see if they had a blog or a twitter account. I identified a prospect. I read his bio - it listed among his accomplishments the ability to ignore cold calls - a bad sign. I read his blog. He was funny. I read his tweet stream - he was an uber geek. I trolled the corporate website and found a technical primer that he'd written. It included a link to his email address. I suddenly realized that it was the PERFECT job for Kit. I looked at the standard cold calling emails that I usually send out - the ones that no one replies to - and I tossed them.
I Kit ended up sending him an incredibly flirty email - AND IT WORKED. No only did he respond, but he sent me incredible info about his company, what they currently do, how UNHAPPY they are with the service and who I should speak to about selling my products.
I was so psyched that I sent the email exchange to my boss who asked me how I knew the guy. "I don't." I told him. "That was a cold calling email."
"THAT was a cold call?" he asked. - Did I mention it was flirty?
I could hear him shrug over the phone. "Whatever works." he said.
I used to be pretty good at keeping my private thoughts private. This blog has me saying and writing things I would have at least TRIED to censor a year ago.
Now they come pouring out of me at the most inopportune times. Unless I get this sale. Then I'm coming out of hiding and giving a free vibrator to all of my new customers!
I am getting all messed up with my signing; alias? real? alter ego?
I've slipped up once or twice, but I don't think anyone noticed :-)
Posted by: Lady Estrogen | March 11, 2011 at 09:08 AM
Rock it!!!!!
Posted by: Andi Sexton | March 11, 2011 at 09:15 AM
Sometimes we have to pretend to be someone else in order to be who we always thought we should be. We never stop growing up. Blah listen to me, I sound like a hallmark card. F* it! You rock Kit!
Posted by: Meg | March 11, 2011 at 09:45 AM
HA!! You go Kit! What a funny story. It brightened my mood on a dreary Friday at work. Recently added your blog to my blog roll. It's so freakin' cool!
XOXO,
The Wife
http://manwifeanddog.com/>Man Wife and Dog Blog
Posted by: ManWifeDog | March 11, 2011 at 09:49 AM
Woops, sorry for the broken link!
http://manwifeanddog.com/
Posted by: ManWifeDog | March 11, 2011 at 09:51 AM
You go girl -- whatever & whoever you are! Am doing the same, and as long as I don't tweet out fuckalicious on my work account, all's well in the world! Using the SM/twitter/linkedIn voice/leads is paying the bills, making connections,and work fun. However, hold off on the vibrator freebies. you'll freak everybody out.
Posted by: Kathykate | March 11, 2011 at 10:56 AM
Maybe I need more 'Kit' in my life!
Posted by: kim | March 11, 2011 at 12:44 PM
Hilarious. I am me while having no alter ego. I have no trouble censoring myself when need be but I wouldn't be happy pretending to be the real me as I type as somebody else.
Posted by: Megan | March 12, 2011 at 04:38 AM
It says up above:
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Well, I've subscribed and I still can't follow the conversation. . . but, can I have your job? Pretty please?
Posted by: josie | March 15, 2011 at 04:46 AM
I talk about myself in the 3rd person. I feel like Cybil sometimes. A friend noticed I was talking about my alter ego as if she were separate and told me gently that I might need a Dr's care. I felt slightly ashamed. Problem is that the Super Sistah and me are two sides of a very complex coin. She is mightier but I have more brains.
Damn, I'm doing it again.
the Super Sistah
www.thesupersistah.com
Posted by: the super sistah | March 16, 2011 at 08:56 PM