The Board Meeting
I’ve found that one of the benefits of not being a young thing anymore is that I know I can walk into almost any situation and land on my feet … point in case …
Last Monday night I was writing on my computer when it turned itself off. Just like that! Instant blank screen!… The 21st Century writer’s worst nightmare … (Yes, I did have everything backed up on a flash, except what I was working on at that very moment) Nothing I did would persuade it to turn back on.
On Tuesday I went in search of a fix-it person. (Up until a few months ago a tech-savvy rellie [OZ slang for ‘relative’] was my go-to guy in such situations. He’s since moved to Toronto)
One company who shall remain nameless but receive a very strongly worded email about the benefits of good customer service when I get my fixed computer back, didn’t answer their phone for 20 minutes, twice, and when I dropped by their shop I was ignored. Three strikes, they were out.
On my way back to the bus-stop I spied another computer shop, and as the lights were on I waltzed right in. Bear in mind that it’s the middle of winter here in the Northern Hemisphere, it gets dark at 4.30 and the big black clouds above me couldn’t make up their minds whether to snow, sleet, or rain on me, or possibly a combination of all three.
The room was light and big, with boxes of mysterious computer components stacked around the walls and a large table set right in the middle of the room. Scattered around the table were an assortment of thirty-five-something geeky guys. (not a womanly geek in sight) They all looked up when this apparition (it was very cold and late in the day and I was well bundled) intruded on their sanctum.
Without missing a beat I said, “Not too late for the board meeting then?”
I love being in my prime.
Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained – Madame Curie