Is this gonna be one of those "work-life balance" blog posts? Kinda. We already know I have no balance, and it's been a bit by design as I appropriately manage my bankroll and work on improving my game. But being thrown back into the social deep end of Southern Hospitality took some poker player-like adjustments.
|Wanna get away?|
Ah, my poor conventioneers! Once I had gotten past my desert island elocution and the corporate drone awed, zoo-like curiosity of my playing professional poker as if I had a third eye, I still related and referred to everything from a decidedly poker-fueled perspective. Ordinary discussions of one's future with a company quickly broke down in my hands into game theory, EV analysis, and the neverending quest for value. Whenever I wasn't busy, I would scan the room/situation and consciously think "How can I add value right now?" At a dinner with co-workers, Young Corporate Middle Management Guy innocently commented that he used to play online back in college, and I fire-hosed him with the virtues of isolation raises, 3betting light, and check-raising aggressive cbettors. I know my poker Muggle friends are wondering if I have an Off switch to this but, until I reach a level of comfortable proficiency and achievement in this game, I'm afraid I do not.
One of the speakers at the convention was Malcolm Gladwell, the author of Outliers, the first book I read when I crawled back home to Seattle during the depths of the Recession. Even though at the time I had no clear idea what I would endeavor to be an outlier in to amass the 10,000 hours Gladwell posits one needs to master a skill, I definitely connected with his appreciation of volume and experience. Wonder if he would be proud, or scared, of my singular commitment to poker...