Bob was feeling the stress. After working late every night for the last two weeks, he was in early this morning. The quiet time for reflection he had hoped for was nowhere to be found as he found himself buried in email, presentation preparation and meetings. As if navigating all of the administrative details was not enough, his product line was not doing very well. And people were noticing. Bob’s boss had scheduled a meeting next week to hear the story of what Bob was going to do about it. Normally Bob welcomed such meetings because he prided himself in being prepared. This time, though, he didn’t know what he was going to say. His competitors really had him reeling.
Knock, knock.
Bob looked up to see Alice at his door. The immediate feeling was irritation. He still had 75 emails to get through before his next meeting! Then he remembered that he had asked for this meeting. Alice was heading up the new Competitive Intelligence team. Maybe she could help him. Maybe she had some clever competition slide he could use with his boss.
“Come in, Alice.”
“Good morning, Bob. How are things going?” Alice asked cheerfully.
Trying to manage a friendly smile but not succeeding, Bob said “Well, not so well if you’re asking about work. I am swamped.”
Alice nodded, “Yes, I’ve heard that your team was under some pressure. But you have been successful for such a long time. I’m sure that you will find solutions. How can I be of service?”
This was painful for Bob. He had been the “hard charger” for so long. Usually he was the one offering help to others. He looked at Alice for a long moment and then asked, “I heard that you formed some kind of competitive intelligence group. What exactly is that?”
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It probably wasn’t until I spent time in Malindi, Kenya, that I got a visceral sense of what it meant to be in the minority. My skin was far lighter, my hair was different and my clothes seemed out of place. I was a “mzungu” (white person). The people were quite kind yet I knew that most of the social adaptations would have to come from me. For a relatively brief time I felt what minorities must feel all the time when they live permanently with people different from themselves.
In the never ending quest to define, explain and sell competitive intelligence, we sometimes resort to analogy. When the analogy is a familiar one, maybe our listeners will grasp that key fact that we have thus far struggled to express.
In my day, I was quite the basketball player. My reputation was cemented on the backyard court where I dominated my two friends. They couldn’t beat me no matter what strategies they devised. Trying outside shots didn’t work. Driving to the left or right didn’t gain them any advantage. Tricky passes were futile against me. There was nothing that they could do to win. I knew their game and the limitations of their ability because I studied them every day (the early days of my competitive intelligence career). That information let me anticipate and counter anything that they tried to do. Ah, the memories of the victories are still sweet.