At work we are contracting with a new search optimization company and one of my clients is very search hands on so I have been pushing to make this happen. In talking with my search folks, I kept hearing the vendors name "Norm" being thrown around. I decided that I liked this Norm person. I saw him as an old, friendly, passive, overweight guy that works in a cube all day. In my mind, he was the type of person that you did not necessarily remember, but whom everyone liked. "Norm" kind of became a joke with myself and the search team. I kept saying that I wanted to meat and work with Norm.
Today, the search manager came to my desk because we needed to call Norm to ask a few questions. We called and I was surprised to hear that Norm was not an old guy, but seemed to be younger then I was imagining and had pretty decent people skills. He had emailed my coworker a document, but since we were at my desk I need him to send it to me. Perfect, now Norm knows my name too. We are making steps in the right direction.
I replied to his email with a "thanks" with my real intentions being so he would have my phone number. :) Norm was able to make a few of my clients request happen so he made the "Things I Heart" list.
We got off the phone and what do you know....Norm emailed me back with a "It's my pleasure." Norm hearts me too!
We quickly got on myspace, linked in, and facebook and were able to find him in all three places. Norm is 34, single, looking for a relationship, only has 2 myspace friends (that are not real friends), his hero is Jesus, and he likes to ride motorcycles. He also is not half bad looking:
We were so proud of our detective work, but also realized how scary the Internet is that by a persons name you can find out all sorts of personal information about them.
Well, I wrote back to Norm that, "No, the pleasure is all mine." At about 8:00p tonight, he wrote back, "Too funny." I think it's love, but why does it feel like we are online dating?
Norm and the search team are setting up a date to meet in Salt Lake City and are under strict instructions to make sure I will be in the office during the visit. More to come........
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So I've only just begun to read your blog posts and already I am peeing my pants! Does Norm know that you have a picture of him posted on your blogspot? Dying right now, I'm dying...
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