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The outsider

The room is already settled by the time they speak. Those slides have been through two internal reviews. The language is clean, defensible, already halfway to sign-off. You can feel the work closing in on itself, decisions calcifying because they’ve been seen often enough to feel inevitable not necessarily because they’re right.

Then someone arrives who hasn’t been part of that loop. Sometimes it was the agency founder, drifting in late, coat still on, just finishing a call, carrying that slightly impatient calm of someone who’s seen the pattern before. Sometimes it was the strategy partner who’d been impossible to book, sitting down quietly, eyes half closed, the fug of coffee doing its work, before cutting through the thing in a sentence that made the rest of us wince. Occasionally it was the ECD, flicking through printouts, pausing just long enough to drop a few pages on the table. No speech. Just a clear, deliberate gravitational rejection of what we’d all convinced ourselves up to that point was good.

But perhaps just as often, it wasn’t experience doing the work. It was the person who shouldn’t really have been there. The graduate. The outsider. The one invited for texture and politeness rather than judgement. The one who hadn’t learned the language yet, and so couldn’t follow the careful logic the rest of the room had built. They’d ask something slightly misplaced. Pull in an example that didn’t quite belong. Miss the point, on paper. And in doing so, expose it.

These effects are rarely dramatic, there’s no grand pivot. No theatrical breakthrough. Just a tilt. A detail that no longer seems to hold water. A narrative that suddenly feels a bit too clever. Enough to loosen the grip the idea had on the people in the room.

Good teams make space for that kind of disruption. Without being theatrical or insisting on “fresh perspective”, but rather as a way of testing whether the work can survive contact with someone who hasn’t been trained to agree with it.

Most ideas don’t fail in the room. They fail later, when they meet someone, often client-side, who doesn’t share the context, the patience to go through all the supporting slides, or the goodwill.

The value of the outsider isn’t that they’re right. It’s that they haven’t yet learned how to be politely wrong in the same way as everyone else.

In the past six months, I’ve found myself brought into rooms both virtual and physical for exactly that reason. Not to lead the work, or to own it, but to sit slightly outside it. Close enough to understand the logic. Far enough away not to be bound by it. Sometimes that has meant drawing on experience. Sometimes it’s just been asking the question that feels a bit off, or pointing at the thing everyone has quietly stepped around.

The aim isn’t to derail the work. Just to tip it, slightly. Long enough to see what holds its balance, and what doesn’t.


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Is 40% of Work Unnecessary?

Back when I was a full-time employee I can distinctly remember, like many of us I assume, looking at my calendar and thinking: this cannot all be essential.

The client work was demanding, but it was real. Framing problems. Untangling clumsy journeys. Making regulated systems usable. That part didn’t trouble me. It was what I always wanted to believe I was actually being paid to do.

The Sunday night dread was never about the difficulty of the UX tasks I had to do; it was about the prospect of defending a button placement to three people whose job titles I didn’t fully understand.

That feeling was neither rare nor dramatic. It was simply ambient.

Minimal home office desk in soft winter light, with a laptop, an open weekly diary filled with handwritten notes, and worn leather gardening gloves beside a window overlooking a blurred garden hedge.

When a YouGov poll reports that 37% of UK workers felt their job didn’t make a meaningful contribution, and a similar Dutch poll finds it at 40%, it therefore feels somewhat familiar.

David Graeber called them “bullshit jobs.” His argument was broad. Mine is narrower. Most knowledge roles contain a necessary core wrapped in a layer of activity that grows over time. Reviews of reviews. Meetings about alignment. Artefacts written, designed and built to signal diligence in output. Essentially, as Clarkson used to say “I did a thing!“.

None of it looks absurd taken in isolation. Together, it grows.

For more than twenty years I worked five days a week in agency life. The rhythm was typically conventional: full calendars, visible participation, institutional choreography. It signalled seriousness. It was still frequently fun around the margins. It also created drag.

In late 2024 I left, and as I found my new life as a freelancer I was able to cut the week to <5 paid days.

I didn’t change the nature of the work but I have changed the size of the container.

The client conversations still happen. The user experience architecture still happens. The thinking still happens. What has (mostly) disappeared are the rituals that demonstrated I was thinking. Those pre-reads, two hour workshops on alignment. Status updates with no status updates. The sorts of meetings that PMs get all excited about or shitty with you when they can’t move their Trello/GANT along a notch.

The surprising part was how little of that missing activity altered the outcome.

On the other days I study human–AI interaction (more on this in the weeks and months to come) and I work at our allotment. Recently I completed the task of laying a hedge in a centuries-old craft. Laying hedge is slow and slightly brutal on the hands. You cut partway through the stem, bend it, weave it into the next. At the end of the afternoon there’s a line you can lean against. If it fails, you can see the weak point, and if you can’t, a sheep probably can.

There is no meeting about the hedge. It either stands or it doesn’t.

That contrast isn’t noodling pastoral escapism. It simply highlights something about knowledge work: when outcomes are abstract and time is fixed, activity expands to reassure everyone involved. AI now presses on that reassurance.

A large share of white-collar work involves drafting, structuring, summarising and formatting. My wife and brother are both lawyers and I can see it in the sheer volume of their workload. These tasks will become faster with machine learning and ai modelling. One person can carry more of them. That has and will create slack.

Organisations can therefore reduce the same container I did. Or they can preserve the container and invent new layers to supervise the tools that removed the previous layers.

The exact percentage (whether 40% or otherwise) is less important than the recurring personal question: “If we stopped doing this, what would actually fall apart?” Most people can answer that for at least part of their own week.

The difficulty isn’t identifying what’s surplus work. It’s that that surplus seems to underwrite role hierarchy, salary bands, and the whole shared fiction of the full week. Remove it and you have to redesign more than diaries.

Cutting my own week didn’t change the work I did. It changed what was visible. Once you notice how much of a calendar exists to justify itself, it’s difficult to stop noticing.

AI: Just a bit of Grammarly used to tidy up the copy and some ChatGPT to surface some references and generate a (rubbish) image because algorithms.

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