“Fill out these forms after the meeting to give feedback.”
“What are these forms going to be used for?”
“You know, I don’t know.”
I’ve learned a lot about meetings over the years.
It’s come through experience. I’ve been in a lot of meetings. And right now, my job revolves around meeting people face-to-face, one-on-one, small groups, in engaged conversations and passive presentations.
And so I’ve learned a bit about what makes them work. Having a clearly identified topic, agenda, leader, and follow-ups are a couple keys to making meetings work. I am lucky to be in a position where I typically have control over all these things: I am the leader, I set the topic, I set the agenda, the follow-ups are for me. And if I don’t have control, I am careful to choose meetings to attend where these things are set.
But sometimes, I find myself in an unexpected meeting I don’t control.
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."