April 25, 2013

I had a meeting yesterday.  I won't say with who however, the gentleman wasn't from here and had that wonderful title "consultant" on his business card.  Now, I have nothing against consultants, I have nothing against men with business cards.  I really don't have anything against men,  self centered patronizing men may get on my nerves but I don't have to take them home so it's really no big deal.  They're kinda like flies, buzzing around, making noise, justing annoying you. 

Anyway, I had this meeting and I won't say what it was about, however, what I found out was that what it was about didn't interest the person I was having the meeting with.  He was very knowledgable about how much he made, where he lived and what the socioeconomic status of his neighborhood was.  I think it was supposed to interest me, but all I could see was an older man who had learned the art of......, actually he really didn't learn the art because all he really did was expose himself. 

Kids do that.  they talk and talk and talk until they're actually telling on themselves.  Adults are like that too, if you let them they just keep talking until you have a pretty clear picture of their character. 

So what I found out about this guy was that he has floated around, he enjoys hobknobbing and going to various events.  He's older so he takes what I would term temporary "gigs" as a way to supplement his retirement nest.  He practices using the correct terminology so that you think he's very well informed, but if you pin him down on a topic he doesn't know as much as he wants you to think.  But his main concern appears to be the expensive neighborhood he lives in and his lifestyle.

I'm not quite sure how to maneveuver within a situation like that other than to smile, listen, comment occasionally and get the hell out of there.  Unfortunately, I don't have a great deal of patience for plastic people, I'm not quite sure how I feel about committees and forming them.  Committees represent everything I hold disdainful.  They sit around a table jawjack and accomplish??? I'm not sure.  I believe in getting to work, just dig in and work.  Apparently the world doesn't work this way, they meet, they talk, they begin to publicize, they meet again and hopefully down the road somewhere, something gets done by someone. 

So, I'm working on meeting with a couple of other people and getting some advice on how to proceed from here.  Mr. socioeconomically correct was more interested in where the local tennis court was.  Luckily to his surprise I knew where they were (it's really hard) and hooked him up with a couple of people I know who play.  Now, I'm sneaky, of course I hooked him up with people who will size him up and let me know what they think.  He doesn't know that, he doesn't need to.  I need to know, since Mr. consultant may be here for a while and I plan on going forward with my work and I somehow have to get passed his air of plascticity and hopefully find some beneficial substance. 

We'll see.