Last night at a karaoke party hosted by Prudential, I watched folks more aligned with premiums and policies step outside of their comfort zone — way outside.
It’s dangerous enough to get in front of peers and sing your guts out even if a few beers gives one a mythical sort of courage. But that didn’t prepare us for what was to come.
I expected and got the requisite number of warblers belting out Garth Brooks and Neil Diamond ditties, but for the most part people refused to play it safe.
When you see annuity gurus galloping Gangnam Style in gold lamé shirts you know you’ve trod upon an unfettered landscape.
Throughout the raucous performances, my boss wanted to talk about work and I wanted to talk about zombies, and with neither of us able to be heard without shouting, I went back to my room to decipher what I’d just experienced and to coax the ringing in my ears to cease.
I’d heard that the NAILBA Conference could bring this out in insurance folks and hadn’t believed it. Now I did and had a thrumming hum in my skull as proof. Unable to make sense of it all, I went to sleep.
This morning, during Major Dan Rooney’s keynote speech, something he said brought it all together for me.