Gut Rumbles

April 16, 2003

home early!

The training class ended at 1:30 this afternoon, I went to pick up my new derringer and I am home before 5:00 for a change.


I shook hands with the CEO of my company before breakfast this morning and he chatted me up as if we were old friends. He knew what job I held, my son's first name and how long I had worked there.

That's why you are required to wear a name tag at these meetings. The CEO receives a short bio for everyone in the room (all 30 of them) and he memorizes them all just for this kind of small talk. It's impressive as hell to watch him do what he does. He might not be able to pick my face out of a crowd of three people, but when he saw that name tag, he knew what to say to Rob Smith, just as he did with every other person in the room.

I find that amazing


So... where's the pic of the Derringer? Don't make me come over there, Rob.

Posted by: Kim du Toit on April 16, 2003 03:53 PM

Wait....he knew WHICH Rob Smith you were? I thought there were like....what? Three of you there.

That's pretty impressive that he can manage to remember all that info about 30 people.

Posted by: Da Goddess on April 16, 2003 04:21 PM

It's a great and useful trick of "the rich & powerful". (maybe ministers too ?).
My cousin's husband setup and managed 250 people steel mills until "working well", and then moved on to set up the next one. When visiting we attended a company "theme park day" for the plant's 2nd anniversary.

As THE BOSS he arrived after people were there, to give the kick-off speech. Then started glad-handing everyone. No name tags. He knew the names, the spouses names, and the kids names. In MORMON territory, for Christ-sakes.
How the hell did he do that ? (sorry, way over my desired 3-line limit).

Posted by: Dan Pursel on April 16, 2003 04:40 PM

Hope you got a chance to mention that little problem about the ex to him!!

Posted by: MommaBear on April 16, 2003 04:55 PM

To Kim: I will publish a pic of my NICE little derringer when I get around to it. Probably tomorow, or by the weekend at least. I have to find a clean place to pose that nice little thing, and I have NO clean places in my home right now.

To Da Goddess: I don't send my clones to meet Da Man. I go my own self. And he IS impressive.

To Dan: The guy PRACTISES that stuff. And he's good at it.

To Mommabear: No, ma'am. The CEO of my company doesn't need to know about problems between me and my ex-wife. If I can't handle those problems, he doesn't need me running his plant.

Meeting THE MAN raises a LOT of interersting questions, doesn't it?

Posted by: Acidman on April 16, 2003 06:09 PM

Holy crap, that guy knows his stuff. Even if he didn't give a flyin shit about any of you in that room, it's cool that he actually was able to do that. Me, I can't remember where I put my hat most of the time.

Posted by: Pat on April 16, 2003 08:11 PM

And he didn't mention your blog? Bit behind the curve there, eh wot?

Posted by: John S Allison on April 17, 2003 10:51 AM

That which does not kill us makes us stranger.

Posted by: Zindler Rachel on May 3, 2004 03:22 PM
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