A many faceted day
I had to go to Warwick today for a strategic meeting between three companies.
I was asked to arrange this meeting on the same day that I held an event for one of the businesses participating; a little over a week later I was backstabbed by one of my account managers who complained to the Commercial Direcor (MY boss) that the meeting was badly organised. I have sorted that out and added the culprit to the list of people to be waxed then dropped in to a vat of Old Spice, but still I have been concerned that this will go right.
The meeting went OK. One of the people from the Dutch company saw me speak at a conference about 2 weeks back (on emissions trading) which was interesting although I failed to extract any solid feedback (either way) from her. I think they could have been better prepared, as it was they who wanted the meeting. But overall the verdict is that it went OK.
The journey was more interesting (I use that term loosely). As I was going the other way to usual and taking a late train (07:12 rather than 05:49) the teashop that opens whenever the staff turn up was open. There was a new girl (according to a couple of regulars). She was as rude as anything when I checked the price of tea before handing her my money. I expect it of this teashop; the staff are routinely lazy and unpleasant and when I have an alternative I do not give them my custom.
The day progressed. What sort of a silly cow sits in the seat next to someone when there are several double seats vacant elsewhere? The retarded cow who sat next to me! I needed space to dig in my briefcase and get papers out. I moved.
Next. I've left my meeting now and the taxi is turning into the station; we wait as a taxi turns in, there is a yellow lorry behind it. My taxi turns in and immediately there is a great honking. It takes me a moment, but I realise it is the yellow lorry, and the driver is hanging out of the window yelling "You couldn't wait you fucking cunt. Where did you get your driving licence from you fucking Paki" at my taxi driver. I don't quite understand, because the lorry driver was not (and could not be taking that turning due to height restrictions). I watched the poor guy shrink in his seat as we went the short remaining distance to the station and I apologised to him as I left the car for their behaviour. The South East and the Midlands are not the same place, I can't expect the same level of tolerance but that was going a bit far.
Not much more to tell until I reached my home station and heard the regulars from the morning discussing how long the 'new girl' would last in the tea shop. at least that just wasn't me being fussy about standard of service.
Normal office day tomorrow, one of a few before a week of conferences and industry black tie dinners.
I was asked to arrange this meeting on the same day that I held an event for one of the businesses participating; a little over a week later I was backstabbed by one of my account managers who complained to the Commercial Direcor (MY boss) that the meeting was badly organised. I have sorted that out and added the culprit to the list of people to be waxed then dropped in to a vat of Old Spice, but still I have been concerned that this will go right.
The meeting went OK. One of the people from the Dutch company saw me speak at a conference about 2 weeks back (on emissions trading) which was interesting although I failed to extract any solid feedback (either way) from her. I think they could have been better prepared, as it was they who wanted the meeting. But overall the verdict is that it went OK.
The journey was more interesting (I use that term loosely). As I was going the other way to usual and taking a late train (07:12 rather than 05:49) the teashop that opens whenever the staff turn up was open. There was a new girl (according to a couple of regulars). She was as rude as anything when I checked the price of tea before handing her my money. I expect it of this teashop; the staff are routinely lazy and unpleasant and when I have an alternative I do not give them my custom.
The day progressed. What sort of a silly cow sits in the seat next to someone when there are several double seats vacant elsewhere? The retarded cow who sat next to me! I needed space to dig in my briefcase and get papers out. I moved.
Next. I've left my meeting now and the taxi is turning into the station; we wait as a taxi turns in, there is a yellow lorry behind it. My taxi turns in and immediately there is a great honking. It takes me a moment, but I realise it is the yellow lorry, and the driver is hanging out of the window yelling "You couldn't wait you fucking cunt. Where did you get your driving licence from you fucking Paki" at my taxi driver. I don't quite understand, because the lorry driver was not (and could not be taking that turning due to height restrictions). I watched the poor guy shrink in his seat as we went the short remaining distance to the station and I apologised to him as I left the car for their behaviour. The South East and the Midlands are not the same place, I can't expect the same level of tolerance but that was going a bit far.
Not much more to tell until I reached my home station and heard the regulars from the morning discussing how long the 'new girl' would last in the tea shop. at least that just wasn't me being fussy about standard of service.
Normal office day tomorrow, one of a few before a week of conferences and industry black tie dinners.