The day of the Meeting...
Well, tomorrow is really the day of the Meeting.
In fact, I have two tomorrow.
This is a first. We've split things into two seperate entities. I, however, get to go to both meetings... Happy Days...
The Billionaire and his Chief Lieutenant are never predictable in these meetings.
It's a series of odd and unnerving presentations, questions that come out of the blue and just occasionally an absolute, stone cold, stinker, that you did not see coming...
Worst of all, they encourage a "make it happen, NOW!" culture.
Sounds ok, until you're sitting in a meeting and suddenly find yourself pushed into repainting by hand every single display unit in a blend of tangerine and mocha by 5pm that day... Or something like that...
So, I've spent the entire last week working from 7am to 10pm.
Worrying?
24 / 7
I've been through every presentation, I've sat and worried about every possible question, I've laid out my new suit and worried about what colour shoes...
All of this is ultimately pointless.
I've been going to these meetings for nearly two years.
The worst part? They turn on the tiniest thing... One mistake, one issue, one tiny microdot that I missed? It could turn into World War 3, for me...
If, if, it all goes well, by 1pm I should be free and clear... with another month or two before the next one... If it goes badly, I'll have an action list as long as my arm and we'll go back to the horror of waiting for the phone to ring or the email to arrive... Torture, death by a thousand texts...
Given all of that, why am I not asleep?
Too much, too wound up, too agitated...
But secretly, looking forward to it... Waiting, to buckle up, to lace up my sandals, to oil my sword and to get into the arena....
In my heart, I'm a gladiator... I want to pit my wits against the barbarians, I want to be faster than the tiger, I want to take down the chariot...
And that is why, one of these days, I'll be carried out of one of these meetings on my shield...
In fact, I have two tomorrow.
This is a first. We've split things into two seperate entities. I, however, get to go to both meetings... Happy Days...
The Billionaire and his Chief Lieutenant are never predictable in these meetings.
It's a series of odd and unnerving presentations, questions that come out of the blue and just occasionally an absolute, stone cold, stinker, that you did not see coming...
Worst of all, they encourage a "make it happen, NOW!" culture.
Sounds ok, until you're sitting in a meeting and suddenly find yourself pushed into repainting by hand every single display unit in a blend of tangerine and mocha by 5pm that day... Or something like that...
So, I've spent the entire last week working from 7am to 10pm.
Worrying?
24 / 7
I've been through every presentation, I've sat and worried about every possible question, I've laid out my new suit and worried about what colour shoes...
All of this is ultimately pointless.
I've been going to these meetings for nearly two years.
The worst part? They turn on the tiniest thing... One mistake, one issue, one tiny microdot that I missed? It could turn into World War 3, for me...
If, if, it all goes well, by 1pm I should be free and clear... with another month or two before the next one... If it goes badly, I'll have an action list as long as my arm and we'll go back to the horror of waiting for the phone to ring or the email to arrive... Torture, death by a thousand texts...
Given all of that, why am I not asleep?
Too much, too wound up, too agitated...
But secretly, looking forward to it... Waiting, to buckle up, to lace up my sandals, to oil my sword and to get into the arena....
In my heart, I'm a gladiator... I want to pit my wits against the barbarians, I want to be faster than the tiger, I want to take down the chariot...
And that is why, one of these days, I'll be carried out of one of these meetings on my shield...
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