Skip to main content (Press Enter).
Skip auxiliary navigation (Press Enter).
User Code of Conduct
Skip main navigation (Press Enter).
on this day
between these dates
Who We Are
File a Complaint
Board of Directors
National Office Staff
About the Profession
About the CMC
What is a Certified Management Consultant?
What can a CMC do for you?
Earn the CMC
Why Earn the CMC?
How to Earn the CMC
CMC Competency Profile
The CMC Certification Exam
Maintain the CMC
Annual Compliance Declaration (CPD)
About the CAC
What is a Certified Agricultural Consultant?
How to Earn the CAC
Code of Professional Conduct
Become a Member
Benefits of Membership
Management Advisory Service
Annual Compliance Declaration (CPD)
Management Consulting Diploma
Publications / Resources
Consult by CMC-Canada
Glossary of Terms
Find a Consultant
Post a Job
Why Hire a Management Consultant
Working with a Management Consultant
An Unusual Start to my Management Consulting Career
18 days ago
I love asking people how they got started in the field of work they are in and the story rarely disappoints.
For my part, I'm often asked too (though typically by my Mom, asking "what is it that you do again?"), but was recently asked to "write it out" for another publication. I thought I'd share it here too:
When I finished business school, I began to work as a junior associate with McKinsey out of their NYC office. My first real engagement was with a large, privately-held Quebec-based commercial construction firm, helping them to assess a new market opportunity. I was chosen to be on the consulting team as I was Canadian and "could speak French" (certainly better than my American colleagues, but really only at a "Grade 12" level at best).
So I was sent out to Quebec to do some of the initial data collection and analysis work before the rest of the English-only team was to arrive. After a 5hr flight across the country, I was met in Arrivals by a short, white-haired, older gentleman, perhaps in his early 70's, wearing a black suit and what looked like a chauffeur's hat, holding a sign: "M. Healy".
Obviously, my client had sent a driver to pick me up and drop me off at the downtown hotel where I would be staying, so I waved and allowed the man, at his insistence, to take my luggage to the car. He could speak only a few words of English, and I could only speak basic French phrases, but I suspected I wouldn't need to communicate too much to him anyway.
Within moments we were loaded into his black Mercedes sedan, and I took the back seat ... isn't that what you're supposed to do with a car service? He pulled away, and after about 20min I realized that we were driving toward the outskirts of the city, and away from the hotel that I was supposed to be checking in to.
As he continued to drive, I queried in rusty French where the hotel was, "Monsieur, où est l'hôtel?". He responded in French, then in even rustier English, but I had no idea what he was trying to say.
It was a Sunday, so I thought that I might as well enjoy the scenic route. I would obviously "start work" in the morning anyway.
After another 20 minutes, we were well into the country when the driver turned into a very long, cobblestone driveway flanked by tall manicured trees on both sides, leading up to a very large, extravagant stone estate which soon loomed into view.
It then dawned on me: oh no ... this must be the home of the CEO.
As we pulled up to the base of a sprawling stone staircase leading up to the impressive main entrance to the home I straightened out my brand new suit jacket and fixed my hair a little. I wasn't prepared to meet the CEO just yet, and certainly not immediately following a long flight, but such is the nature of consulting work I thought.
Within a moment a very friendly, well dressed older woman came out of the main entrance and descended a few steps toward me and my driver as I was just getting out of the car. The driver quickly opened the trunk and retrieved my bags and started to skip up the stairs, at a pace belying his age, toward the smiling woman. In a moment he was before her, and she greeted him a warm smile ... a hug ... and a kiss ...
I'd like to think that I'm no idiot, but it took me longer than I'd like to admit to figure it out: my "driver" was, in fact, the CEO of the company ... and I was convinced that my first consulting engagement may be my shortest.
The woman came down to greet me herself, laughing as she explained (in much better English than his) that her husband wanted to pick me up as they INSISTED that I stay with them for the duration of my work with their firm. When he saw that I was obviously mistaking him for "a driver" he essentially played along.
After what was clearly an awkward start, their graciousness, hospitality, and class was one of, if not THE, primary reason that I knew: management consulting was my calling ... if only to meet more people like these.
About the Author
With nearly 25 years of experience in CFO Advisory Services relating to cost accounting and financial performance management, Jame has worked with many large, multi-national organizations, with an emphasis on revenue and earnings growth through service harmonization, predictive financial analytics and cost management and optimization.
Jame has published several peer-reviewed articles and spoken at various conferences and business events on strategy alignment as well as capabilities-based strategy execution, service integration and service optimization.
11 days ago
Lyn ... "young and stupid" I guess. :)
17 days ago
That is a hilarious story, Jame. Thank you for sharing it. It also speaks to our assumptions, doesn't it, and how important well it is to relate to everyone. You still impressed, it seems. Again, thanks for telling that funny tale.
©2017 Canadian Association of Management Consultants (CMC-Canada). All rights reserved.
Powered by Higher Logic