Once upon a time, I had a job in the world’s largest firm of accountants.
I would rock up at a client company, in a suit, with the weight of 100 solid years of reputation and respectability enveloping me. Like a corporate ReadyBrek kid.
The rules of engagement were very clear. Most of them were even written down, in professional standards, or in the client engagement letter or in the staff handbook.
Now, I’m just me. And it definitely feels like I’m making a lot of it up as I go along.