I went to my boss with an idea today.
There's an influx of MBA applicants (as has been reported by several news media, actually ad nauseam for about a week), so, how's about we do a print/video duo that would put a picture to what's in print about this little lost generation of jerks (:-D), for us.
I sent lots of emails. Lots and lots. The print reporter was so appreciative!
Oh, how lovely I was, sharing my contacts with her.
Me: Thanks ... I just think it's interesting.
Oh, how buoyant I was, taking suggestions, fielding them, filing them away in Brain Grice.
Me: You're right, such and such is a good angle. But then.
I get back to the aforementioned boss's response to my thoughtful, detailed pitch: "Oh, uummm, yeah ... hmm ... I really haven't read it. Well, I did. But ... I ... well, I haven't thought about it."
Really? We're still forging on with the story - but, goodness me. I went above the immediate bossman, to bureau-lady and print hierarchy, and got instant support and enthusiasm. It makes me wonder what was taught to Baby Boomers' generation b-school. Clearly, not very good management.
It reminds me of "Working Girl," where Ms. Griffith gets her ideas thieved by Sigourney Weaver. Sigh.