My friends, coworkers and family members refuse to believe that I am indeed, a shychik. Quite possibly because the confident, secure, ready to take on the world persona that they see is a far cry from the quivering- lipped- kindergartner- clutching- a- fistful- of- mom’s- blue- polyester- pants- while- trying- to- hide- behind- her individual who is indeed the reality of my inner being when it comes to certain social situations.
I’ve always been a shychik, it’s just that as I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more adept at stuffing the quivering-lipped kindergartner efficiently in the closet of my psyche in order to take care of the business of living, growing and achieving in a world of extroverts.
Now, don’t get the wrong impression here, I’m not a nerdy, what-not-to-wear antisocial wallflower who is basically invisible to her fellow man. I know how to dress, apply makeup, chat with strangers, and flirt with the best of them. It’s just that this kind of behavior is largely external, while internally I’m the girl who would really rather be having a cup of coffee with her dog at her feet and her bf discussing hot topics of the day and solving the problems of the universe. And, believe it or not, I actually do enjoy going to parties when there are people I know and want to hang out with present.
As fate, desperate life choices, or an omnipotent entity with a scathingly ironic sense of humor (see chapter on Jesus, Buddha and the Universe) would have it, the way that I make my living stands in complete hilarious contrast to my inner shychik. As a business owner, I'm thrust into the position of professional networker. Yeahhh….my goal each and every day is to go out and meet total strangers, develop strong relationships with them as quickly as possible and get them to procure goods and services from me.
Let me just point out, despite my natural aversion to communication and human contact, I’m actually quite adept at networking. It’s not that I don’t like people, I really, really do (in almost all cases, although we’ve all met the exceptions to the rule, haven’t we?). It’s just that in unfamiliar settings, with unknown outcomes, people tend to scare the hell out of me. It’s not rejection that makes my blood turn to ice in my veins, and it’s not rudeness that makes me want to look at an ultimately fascinating spot on the sidewalk when someone passes by. I guess if I had to sum up my discomfort with the interactions which so many blessed folks take for granted in one word it would be…awkwardness. You know, those moments when words are either particularly elusive, making conversation impossible unless one possesses the extractions skills of a Bronx dentist, or words are plentiful but inappropriate, offensive or just plain mixed up beyond recognition. In either case, one is left feeling socially inept and embarrassed, either for one’s self or for the unfortunately awkward soul with whom they are making contact.
Fortunately, I don’t let my abhorrence for things awkward deter me from doing what needs to be done and taking care of business. Which brings to mind the question… “How on earth does she do it?”
The short answer is years of practice. But there is a better explanation, and, since my PC is a non-threatening, non-judgmental, non-awkward entity to whom I can say anything, I will expound
further than the short answer. I am the sum total of my experiences. Some have been traumatic, some have been joyful beyond imagination, and all have served to shape me into the (hopefully) lovable, if a bit introspective and introverted “hot mess” (my boyfriend’s term, not mine) that I am today. I’ve learned to embrace the sage advice offered by the last bastion of wisdom in our culture (the Nike corporation) and have decided to “Just DO It!” Which is by no means as easy as it sounds. Curse the glib advertising execs who coined the phrase and made it sound so readily achievable! But, achievable it is, with grit, courage, and the occasional jello shot, one can “Just DO It!” Just don’t do jello shots at work.
further than the short answer. I am the sum total of my experiences. Some have been traumatic, some have been joyful beyond imagination, and all have served to shape me into the (hopefully) lovable, if a bit introspective and introverted “hot mess” (my boyfriend’s term, not mine) that I am today. I’ve learned to embrace the sage advice offered by the last bastion of wisdom in our culture (the Nike corporation) and have decided to “Just DO It!” Which is by no means as easy as it sounds. Curse the glib advertising execs who coined the phrase and made it sound so readily achievable! But, achievable it is, with grit, courage, and the occasional jello shot, one can “Just DO It!” Just don’t do jello shots at work.
I have several things going on in my mind as I gear up for a social event – what to wear, who I should endeavor to talk to, what strategy I should have for approaching people (that one almost never turns out like I planned, but I figure it would be poor form to not have a strategy), and most importantly, who is the caterer and will they have anything without copious amounts of dairy available? (IBS at a networking event can be a bit of a problem).
I execute my plans for the evening in a series of tried and true steps:
1. Arrive early enough that I can get a good parking space (where my sporty little German car is in sight of other arriving networkers), but not so early that I’m one of five people in the room standing around smiling awkwardly because it’s too quiet to start a conversation.
2. Get the lay of the land. When approaching the event, I try to focus on my purpose for being there and my goals for the evening rather than the queasiness in my stomach at the thought of being cast adrift in a sea of people who are often times more socially terrified than I am. That accomplished, I people watch to note who is there, and gird up my loins (no, I’m a girl, I don’t have loins – I don’t think- but you know what I mean) to go approach the key players that I have targeted, er, chosen as potential business associates, for the evening.
3. Smile, smile, smile. I’ve been told many times that I have a terrific smile (yeah, that’s from my boyfriend too, but it doesn’t make it any less valid!), and I employ it in every situation that I can at an event. “Pleased to meet you” – big grin. “ You own a business that could benefit from my company’s products and services?” – sweet smile (if in the South, I’d probably bat my eyelashes as well for that one). “You say your boss is a douchebag?” – sympathetic smile with a rueful headshake. You get the idea.
4. Okay, this one is a bit of a copout, but if I’m being honest, I have to include some shychik survival skills: I try to always have food or drink around so that when there are the inevitable lulls in the conversation, I can serenely sip or nibble and remark upon the quality (or lack thereof, but I try to be positive whenever possible) of the libations and edibles. ( The caveat to this is that you really should eat before you go to an event so that you don’t scarf down massive quantities of high cal/high carb goodies while attempting conversation. No one wants to talk to someone whose mouth is always full, and take note, there aren’t many obese networkers out there either, just saying. I know, I know, that was totally not politically correct, but this ain’t politics honey, it’s business, and the harsh fact of the matter is that typically, attractive networkers tend to be more effective). Let the hate mail begin.
5. Get people talking to me! How do I do it? By asking questions. People love to talk about themselves and their businesses typically. If I can engage them in conversation and get them talking about themselves, they will hopefully leave the conversation thinking that I’m far more witty and charming than I actually am. I whip out the smile several times during this process.
6. When I make contact with someone with whom I want to develop a business relationship, throughout the smiling, questioning, drawing- them- out process, I keep two main goals in mind: I want to ensure that I have a means of contacting them in the future (exchanging business cards – if their cell number isn’t on it, I work up sufficient courage to ask for it!), and I want to make plans to get together at a later date. If plans can’t be made on the spot, at least I can plant the suggestion, then call to work out the details.
Now, it bears bringing up, that the folks I’m trying to network with are not the Billy Bob guy next door type (yeah baby, political correctness goes out the door once more, yeehaw), they are business owners, entrepreneurs and community leaders who have tight schedules and high standards. Yep, that’s just the kind of pond a shychik wants to fish in…NOT! But the fact of the matter is that I have something to offer these folks that will potentially tremendously benefit them and their businesses, it would be remiss of me not to try to get a foot in the door to help them out. All sense of profitable altruism aside, these are by and large, quite an intimidating group of pedigreed people.
So how on earth does a shychik like me get up the gumption to even enter the room? By realizing that I am the sum total of my experiences. I’ve been through my share of ups and downs, the likes of which serve to minimize the life impact to be had from the potential pain of not maximizing my opportunities at a cocktail party. I am a person who has valid thoughts, ideas and plans. Someone who is valuable simply because she exists. A woman who is important because she loves and is loved. And at the end of the day, isn’t that what gives us all a common denominator in this crazy existence known as the human race?
All that said, I love my job! I’ve experienced tremendous growth and a feeling of accomplishment that is outta this world. Guess that’s what happens when I step outside of myself to do things that I never dreamed I could do. And, did I mention…I’ve found that there are so many people out there who are a lot like me, just making friends and taking care of business. Ain’t life grand?