It is certainly an interesting case study. Larry “Bud” Jernstedt (seen directly below on the right) had the exact same genetic make up, the same upbringing, virtually the same education. Some say, he's every bit the clothes horse as Rich. But for some reason, Larry did not achieve the same level of accomplishment as his illustrious twin.
As we said earlier, Rich is the epitome of success in the PR Biz. On the other hand Larry's career has been somewhat challenged.
Serving for 4 years in the U.S. Navy, Larry rose to the rank of Petty Officer Third Class. Upon leaving the Navy in 1982, he joined Littleton Smails & Associates in Beaverton, Oregon, as an Junior Account Executive in the agency's B2B practice. There he rose to Group Manager in 1992. During that time, he made his mark with his one and only client Mansfield Sprockets. Larry is credited for having written and introduced the technical specs for the now world famous Mansfield 24-Tooth sprocket. In Larry's words, "It not only provides the required clearance for fat 180mm applications, it is designed for use with a 530 power chain without any inner primary modifications."
Due to agency cutbacks, in 1993 Bud went out on his own. After close to seven years of freelancing, he was able to land a part-time position at Dick Hannah Auto Group in Portland. And today, Larry "Bud" Jernstedt is one of the top Suburu salesmen in the State of Oregon.
AGAIN, it's quite an interest study. What possibly could have been the cause of the radically different careers of Larry and Rich? Nature? Nurture? It should be so apparent but at the same time is so hard to say. Certainly, it is something that begs further examination and study by the students of the our industry.
Office cubicles are a cruel joke on those of us who flatter ourselves that we operate in "The Information Economy." Sometimes called "pubicules" because of the public, out in the open nature of the "open office" environment, cubes totally blow.
Half walls are not walls at all. They're more like hedges – minimally decorative and totally lacking in privacy.
Remember privacy? Yes, my furry friends, there really was a time when the innermost secrets and the intimate details of our lives were kinda, sorta private. At the very least we were happily ignorant of all that was known about us by shadowy third parties such as the IRS, employers, and data miners.
You used to have the illusion of being able restrict access to any romantic or financial indiscretions, discussing sensitive matters only in private, behind closed doors. Closeable doors were also very handy when you were on deadline, needed to concentrate, and work undisturbed. Today, there are no doors, just openings in your hedges through any intruder empowers himself to waltz.
If they're tall enough, interlopers can appear as creepy disembodied heads looming above the hedge. This unnerving experience alone is enough to make you yearn for that private office you used to have, or wish you used to have.
I know things about co-workers' marriages, medical histories, and extracurricular activities I'd very much prefer not to know. No doubt, they've gleaned similarly interesting or appalling tidbits about me. We're right next to each other with no filters aside from our own discretion, taking it all in because it's right there. Even though I have no interest whatsoever in your upcoming colonoscopy, unbidden and unwelcome images still invade my imagination.
Building owners and management will tell you that it's about collaboration; cubicle towns supposedly promote teamwork and provide the ability to reconfigure space quickly to respond to changing business needs. That is pure bullshit. Cubicles are really about HVAC issues and saving a few bucks off the utility bills.
Privacy, schmivacy. Let's concentrate on squeezing every dime of cost out of the system so we can maximize executive compensation. Let's face it, yachts are expensive to buy and maintain. And as for vacation homes in Vail, well, don't get me started.
We need walls, damnit! And most especially doors that can be closed or even locked when needed.
On Thursday, March 8, 2007 at 7:41 AM, Ronn Torossian, President and CEO of 5WPR, emphatically promised that he was going to sue us. No real reason, he was just irritated by our teasing him about getting in bed with pornographer Joe Francis. Anyway, Ronn gave his obscenity-laced word that we'd see the complaint in 72 hours. It's now late by
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