A meeting is a meeting, is a meeting...
I just attended my first Home Builders Association meeting. The Home Builders, to my limited knowledge, are a local group of contractors and builders who gather together to exchange business, I guess. Being a commercial appliance salesman I get to do some business with most of these people. More appropriately, I am in the process of taking over the business of a gentleman who is retiring from HH Gregg.
Anyway, Ben, the retiring guy, took me to this meeting tonight to rub elbows with some of the Home Builders and get my name around. What is it with meetings like these; why are they all the same? I have to wonder if they are the same everywhere, or just in Indiana. Every meeting is a bunch of people sitting around-bored, all of them-talking about the same old shit that they all know by heart. There is talk...and talk...and talk, with little excitement.
But my personal favorites are the people, actually the Hautians, who place themselves in the corner of the room-next to the bar, of course-who proceed to get drunk and talk, loudly, through the entire meeting. These people who I simultaneously want to thank and strangle for their distraction.
Why, though, are all these meetings the same? I have been to dozens of meetings for dozens of organizations just like these. They are all practically identical in the content of the discussion and the lack of interest of everyone involved.
God, I hate having a business career. Theater was much more interesting.
Anyway, Ben, the retiring guy, took me to this meeting tonight to rub elbows with some of the Home Builders and get my name around. What is it with meetings like these; why are they all the same? I have to wonder if they are the same everywhere, or just in Indiana. Every meeting is a bunch of people sitting around-bored, all of them-talking about the same old shit that they all know by heart. There is talk...and talk...and talk, with little excitement.
But my personal favorites are the people, actually the Hautians, who place themselves in the corner of the room-next to the bar, of course-who proceed to get drunk and talk, loudly, through the entire meeting. These people who I simultaneously want to thank and strangle for their distraction.
Why, though, are all these meetings the same? I have been to dozens of meetings for dozens of organizations just like these. They are all practically identical in the content of the discussion and the lack of interest of everyone involved.
God, I hate having a business career. Theater was much more interesting.