When The Boss flies in thirty people from all over the world, you damn well better pretend to take notes.
Most people pretend to do so on laptops and cellphones, but I went "old school" -a pencil and a notebook.
I doodled the bat symbol.
"Blah blah opportunity blah blah markets blah blah ..."
Now I have a nice catwoman silhouette in the foreground ...
"Blah blah customers blah blah blah pizazz ..."
"Excuse me sir," I raise my pencil. "Did you just say 'pizazz'?"
He scowled at the interruption.
"I don't think anyone has invoked the word 'pizazz' in thirty years," I explain. "I was wholly unprepared for this word to be rushed back into my lexicon."
"Do you have a question?"
"Yes, in fact I do. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over. But it can't. Not with out your help. But you're not helping ..."
