Meeting Diane
This was part of a writing workshop so there is "some" enhancement but this is pretty much the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. The meeting One day in Brussels I ran headlong into a cliché. My life was where I wanted, fast paced, international travel, pivotal, and fun. Jet lag to London, Copenhagen, Brussels, Amsterdam, Georgia, Utah, California and more…always on the move. I was an expert packer and on a first name basis with many of the PanAm business class flight attendants. I was a fixer, a problem solver, a project manager of new and difficult projects. Exciting, maddening, and cool. Meeting after meeting, cocktail party after cocktail party, castle after castle, gala after gala…but always doing business. One day there was a ripple in my pond. A problem had surfaced in Atlanta, Diane from Dayton, who was supposedly on my team had fixed it, but no one had called me. Then I heard of another issue in Utah, again solved by Diane from Dayton, again ...