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May. 2nd, 2013 05:37 pmRandomly today I downloaded a BBC news program because it had an interesting title, and I put it on to play while I was making dinner. About five minutes into the program, I heard the name of a company that I was sure I knew, and then the name of a man which I was positive I recognised.
The news program is about how this guy is tied up in some nasty business -- he's on the side of the angels, at least I think so, but he and his company are being threatened because of it and one man's already been murdered. So I'm standing there, eating my dinner in the kitchen as I watch this narrative unfold, and my first thought is, oh man, when this is over I have to look him up in our database. That must be how I know him and I need to make sure we're tracking this story.
Sure enough, I'd done a profile on him a few months before the scandal broke.
The good news is that we definitely are tracking the story, so I ended up just making a note to pass the info on to the person who's been entering news reports on the whole affair. But it's totally surreal to randomly recognise the name of someone who's not especially famous and then go "Wait, where do I know that from? Oh my God, is that our Mr. X?"
You get really proprietary about the people you research, sometimes; it's not that you don't want anyone else researching them, but you feel a sense of accomplishment and pride when you see them getting involved in the organisation or giving to it.
Here's the weird part. About a year ago I did a profile on a man -- call him Mr. Y -- who I became convinced was involved in some nasty business from the other end. A person's potential criminal proclivities are not something you put in a profile unless they've been convicted (reasons of privacy and protecting the organisation make this necessary) but I conveyed my concerns to the appropriate people verbally to make sure they knew, and let the matter rest.
I'm relatively sure Mr. Y is gunning for Mr. X, if not in an active way then in at least a passive, political way. It's fascinating to see it come together. I'm totally going to be watching it unfold from the safety of another country and behind the protective wall of a computer screen.
INTRIGUE.
The news program is about how this guy is tied up in some nasty business -- he's on the side of the angels, at least I think so, but he and his company are being threatened because of it and one man's already been murdered. So I'm standing there, eating my dinner in the kitchen as I watch this narrative unfold, and my first thought is, oh man, when this is over I have to look him up in our database. That must be how I know him and I need to make sure we're tracking this story.
Sure enough, I'd done a profile on him a few months before the scandal broke.
The good news is that we definitely are tracking the story, so I ended up just making a note to pass the info on to the person who's been entering news reports on the whole affair. But it's totally surreal to randomly recognise the name of someone who's not especially famous and then go "Wait, where do I know that from? Oh my God, is that our Mr. X?"
You get really proprietary about the people you research, sometimes; it's not that you don't want anyone else researching them, but you feel a sense of accomplishment and pride when you see them getting involved in the organisation or giving to it.
Here's the weird part. About a year ago I did a profile on a man -- call him Mr. Y -- who I became convinced was involved in some nasty business from the other end. A person's potential criminal proclivities are not something you put in a profile unless they've been convicted (reasons of privacy and protecting the organisation make this necessary) but I conveyed my concerns to the appropriate people verbally to make sure they knew, and let the matter rest.
I'm relatively sure Mr. Y is gunning for Mr. X, if not in an active way then in at least a passive, political way. It's fascinating to see it come together. I'm totally going to be watching it unfold from the safety of another country and behind the protective wall of a computer screen.
INTRIGUE.
