Eighty Percent Water

Odd blog title. Thought it may be worth explaining it here.

According to someone* I met recently, we are 80% water. We as in human beings. All of us.

That probably explains the water cooler business, Evian's profit margin and why I almost always need a pee in the middle of the night.

Or maybe that's age.

Anyway, the point is, if we are all 80% water then we really aren't all that different are we? You, me, the boss, the boss's boss. We're all human. We all need to drink, we all need to pee.

And if you boil it down to 80% water we really shouldn't be that scared of each other. Or deal with each other as if we're all that different. And yet we often are, we often do. People very often approach other people as if they are a completely alien race. Managers do it with teams, employees do it with management. Shareholders do it. Bad marketing departments do it with customers.

But we're not a different race. 80% of us is water. So at least 80% of us is transient, vulnerable, and identical. So, bear that in mind next time you're talking to a colleague, a boss, or a customer.

*probably not a scientist

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