Man Your Stations
I just learned today about an "incident" that occurred during a Senior Staff meeting of my company at a local New York hotel--the old grande dame kind, undergoing renovations.
As I am head of the conference-planning department, I was particularly interested. And if my staff weren't so busy posting their pictures on match.com and talking about wigs, they might have gotten around to telling me this story--which happened last Friday!
My CEO (a former high-level military man), was standing at the head of a conference table making a presentation to the group. Suddenly, a 1.5 inch roach dropped from the ceiling onto the conference table. The CEO picked up a water glass and plunked it down on top of the bug, trapping it without ceremony, and continued his presentation uninterrupted; well except for the squeals of the 10 staff members.
During the break, the CEO's "right-hand man" took the trapped bug to our hotel contact and said, "I have something that belongs to you."
Nice...
The only thing worse than this story is the time that a similar bug hid in the toe of my high heel, and clung there even after I shook it (as I routinely did in Atlanta.) I drove to work with that bug in my shoe, pressed up against my foot, until I realized something was wrong, and dumped it out into the parking lot at work.
As I am head of the conference-planning department, I was particularly interested. And if my staff weren't so busy posting their pictures on match.com and talking about wigs, they might have gotten around to telling me this story--which happened last Friday!
My CEO (a former high-level military man), was standing at the head of a conference table making a presentation to the group. Suddenly, a 1.5 inch roach dropped from the ceiling onto the conference table. The CEO picked up a water glass and plunked it down on top of the bug, trapping it without ceremony, and continued his presentation uninterrupted; well except for the squeals of the 10 staff members.
During the break, the CEO's "right-hand man" took the trapped bug to our hotel contact and said, "I have something that belongs to you."
Nice...
The only thing worse than this story is the time that a similar bug hid in the toe of my high heel, and clung there even after I shook it (as I routinely did in Atlanta.) I drove to work with that bug in my shoe, pressed up against my foot, until I realized something was wrong, and dumped it out into the parking lot at work.