…or is it nob jockey?
Either way, it is a good label and fitting for the fine specimen of a man I met yesterday.
He must have been earwigging on my conversion with a neighbour at the gym, as out of nowhere I heard him exclaim:
“You’re going on THREE holidays?!? There’s a crisis going on!”
Rather than being British and ignoring him, I poked the bear.
“Oh, that’s not the half of it. This year I’ve travelled all over with work too – I’m a one-man air-mile machine!”
He looked at me, eyes wide and with disgust.
Who knows what caused his disapproval…
Maybe he’s an eco-warrior, maybe he’d got out the wrong side of the bed… maybe he’s just a bit of a cunt 🙂
My best guess?
See here’s the thing…
In this game when you get even a tiny slither of success…
Folks will tear you down, to lift them up.
They can’t help themselves.
It might be friends, it might be family, it might be random strangers in the gym.
Either way, it’s inevitable.
So where does that leave men like you and I, that are building something for ourselves?
With two choices:
Choice#1 – Do Nothing.
Don’t rock the boat and stay in your lane.
Stay small and stay on the good side of everyone you meet.
Choice#2 – Do Something.
Push to conquer.
Rock the boat.
Fuck shit up.
Dare to do what others dare not dream.
… And accept that knob jockeys will come your way.
Make More. Provide More. Be More.