Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks-who need it, scotts-who can’t see it and rogers-who refuse to believe it)
First things first:
The Wakefield Doctrine:
- worldviews: the ‘personal reality’ we all experience: that of the Outsider, the Predator and of the Herd Member
- any of the 3, we all settle on one (our ‘predominant worldview’), always have the potential to experience the ‘other two’
- clarks: the worldview of the Outsider results in a person who is insatiably curious, intellectually self-assured and prefers to spend their time in the shadows rather than have to prove their value to others
- scotts: this worldview is that of the predator, i.e. quick, brutal, very-alive, sensitive (aware of surroundings) self-confident and prefers to spend their time out in the open, constantly on move, alert to threats, drawn to opportunity
- rogers: in the ‘middle of the center’, a supporting framework that is complete, self-supporting and exclusionary, certain of their inherent rightness and prefers to spend their time among others of their kind, occasionally among others not of their kind, the better to appreciate the Herd
- observe the person ( you or them, doesn’t matter), correctly infer which of these three worldviews they are relating to, they are living in and you will know more about them than they know about themselves
(To continue our story…)
The double doors of the entrance to the Calypso Club are glass and Alex can see a sign on a tripod just inside the lobby, obviously there to direct the party guests to the private function room, (the ‘Samba Room’).
Smiling, Alex thinks, ‘It’s been way too long since I’ve been out for fun… too much career and corporate ladder climbing, lets see what the night has in store!” Laughing she reaches the doors which are being held open by someone she recognizes from work, her own Department in fact! Alex thinks, a little surprised, “Isn’t that Sam? an interesting guy, that quiet thing he does at the office, no way it’s for real”
“Good Evening, Alex” Sam says as Alex reaches the top of the stairs. With the approach of his very attractive, yet somewhat out-of-place Department Head, Sam recognizes an opportunity to get into the party with the minimum of attention.
“Why thank you Sam, you are so very kind” Alex notices that, even though Sam is clearly focused on her (as she would expect), there is something else going on. No immediate complimenting her on her appearance, none of the tiresome inflating of the chest or stiffening of the back, Sam very clearly found her attractive…but she could not mistake the look of humor, showing in his eyes. Accustomed to be stared at by men (and some women!), the way that this otherwise un-remarkable person was looking at her, made Alex reassess her expectations for the evening’s activity.
Walking through the open door, Alex touches Sam’s outstretched arm lightly and was rewarded with the expected response, stiffening of the muscles in his arm, obviously increased attention, but it was quickly covered up…“this might be a fun evening after all” Alex laughs to herself.
Walking across the lobby, the click of her heels serving as announcement of her arrival ‘God Bless Louboutin!’, Alex smiles and steals a glance in the mirror that lines the wall, the cocktail dress she purchased just for the party fit perfectly, “My God! I’m hot!’ Nothing that living an evil life and spending $500.00 for a dress can’t do!”
Laughing, Alex advances on the host/guest-of-honor, Jimmie, who is standing next to the doors to the Samba Room. Behind the closed doors, the party is, from the muffled sound of too loud music, in full swing.
‘Quick‘, Alex thinks, ‘this is the newest Intern in your Department, the CEO seems to be very impressed with his work, make it work for you’.
“Jimmie! How good of you to invite me!” Alex extends her hand, instinctively recognizing the fact that, if she didn’t assert her dominance now, nothing of the evening would be worth the effort that would be required of her next Monday, as she tried to manage her Department, an office full of bright, ambitious, aggressive, overly self-assured professionals, including the young-man-on-the-move standing in front of her.
The thought of seeing his boss outside of the suit and tie world of the M&A Department was on Jimmie’s mind the entire day. Even though some of his co-workers referred to her as ‘the Dragon Lady’, Jimmie was looking forward to the meeting. ‘Hey, it’s outside of work and she is kinda hot. …besides the CEO thinks I’m great, this might just be fun‘.
He was not prepared for the woman walking toward him… walking like she owned the place, sweeping in through the double doors… Jimmie felt that familiar sense of excitement (‘the hunt is on‘ as he used to tell his friends in college). Grinning, feeling like he was back in a Student Union mixer full of freshman co-eds, Jimmie started his move. Extending his arms out from his side, the universal sign of an impending hug, (‘hey, I didn’t force her to come to the party! she came on purpose’), only to see her, in mid-stride raise her right arm, extending her hand… offering her hand!
..forward momentum ceased, Jimmie found himself reaching for the perfectly manicured hand that was being offered to him. For no reason, the movie ‘the Godfather’ came to mind.
Laughing to cover up his uncertainty, Jimmie said, “Er hey! I didn’t think you’d come! Welcome to my party, Ms….Mz...”
“Jimmie, don’t be silly! I have a name! Alex, please! you need to call me Alex!” seeing Jimmie begin to make his move and then be totally shut down made Alex feel very good. ‘I’ve been cooped up in that office much too long, forgot how much fun there is to have…‘ Alex smiled to Jimmie and stood in waiting, front of the closed doors.
“Well, would you like to introduce me to all your friends? Alex felt the old excitement grow as Jimmie threw the doors open and stepping to the side so that she could make her entrance.
(Sam reached out behind Jimmie and held the door. Jimmie totally oblivious had already stepped into the room, just behind the woman that everyone seems to be staring at… “perfect!” thought Sam as he slipped on behind the two, ‘this might not be a bad evening at that‘)
(…to be continued)