A Story Just For Lena
Visiting VIP's and other dignitaries are common at our offices, and we usually aren't bothered by them. Now I was groaning as my boss told me that for the next two days I would be helping our Marketing department show a large group of people about our facilities.
"Hell, John. I'm a senior analyst," I complained, "not a marketing type."
"That's why I've volunteered you." my boss said. "You know what we can and can't do with the software. Your job is to get ideas of what our customers are looking for and see if we can design something for them. Consider it as an 'intellegence-gathering' mission."
I went back to my office, grumbling to myself and wondering if this was going to be a dull two days of lost work. Looking at the calendar, I consoled myself with the thought "at least it's on Thursday and Friday, a nice break just before the weekend".
Thursday morning as I pulled into the parking lot, I was thinking about the various features of our systems that would impress our visitors, and I leaned the big Honda over too far, grinding the floorboards against the asphalt. "C'mon stupid," I remarked to myself silently, "keep your mind on what you're doing." Little did I know that this would be a problem for the next two days...
