I'm an HR Risk: addiction, sales, and why colleagues aren't friends
James Buckley gets real about his past with hard dope, reinventing himself in sales, and why your online colleagues are not your friends.
James Buckley calls himself an HR risk, and he is not wrong. He comes from a background of addiction, first hard dope in Miami and then food. A doctor's warning that his heart was the size of a football and could rupture in eight seconds was the final push he needed. Two days later, he packed up his family and moved to Tennessee to reinvent himself, a process that included a terrible divorce he calls the worst in history.
His sales career started knocking on doors for ATT and pest control. Later, as an SDR, he was handed a laptop and a headset and basically told to figure it out. He did. Now he runs his own brand, Say What Sales, and talks about the real grind of the job, like being told no ninety nine times a day and feeling like you are running very quickly to nowhere. He says his past makes today’s uncomfortable sales situations, like a twenty thousand dollar deal, seem pretty manageable.
James has a very clear take on work relationships. He says the people you think of as creator friends or work colleagues are not actually your friends. There is a huge difference. He sees people get hurt when those relationships disappear after someone quits a job, and his advice is to not take it personally. As he puts it, those influencers and those signatures you got on deals are not going to be at your funeral.
“Those influencers, those companies that you closed, those signatures that you got, they're not gonna be at your funeral, man.”
Notes
- A doctor told him his heart was the size of an NFL football and could rupture, killing him in eight seconds.
- He had an addiction to hard dope, which later shifted to food addiction after he got sober.
- After a type two diabetes diagnosis, he lost over fifty pounds through diet and exercise with no medication.
- He says there is a huge difference between online colleagues and friends, warning that those people will not be at your funeral.