The story of my life...
...in a nutshell...
Today I got to the Smithfield office.
Because my boss asked me to.
The president of the BIGGEST Business Unit was going to be there for the day.
She was having round tables and meetings and lots of people were meeting with her and I was asked to represent our division.
So there I am.
The meeting is at 1pm.
At 12:43, I quick-step it over to the other building.
I stop at the security desk.
"Where is the Narragansett Conference Room?
Hmm... never heard of it.
"uh... 500 Sal...?
This is 100.
It's 100. 500 is the other building.
GAH!!!! 500 is the building I just came from.
What do you mean "the other building????"
I look at my watch... 12:50...
I turn around and hoof it out of the building.
I RUN into the garage.
I run up some stairs.
I run back down those stairs.
I ask someone how to get to the other building.
Go up the stairs and go through the gate and go to the road and you will see it.
ARG! I look at my watch. 12:54...
I go back UP those same stairs.
And I see cars pulling into the garage and cars driving along the road.
I get to the corner of the driveway out of the garage and the main road and I see a gray SUV truck-like vehicle that is about to turn into the 500 building parking garage.
I shout and scream and wave my arms about and say "stop stop stop" and he stops.
All I can think about is... this is [our company]... thank goodness everyone driving around works here ... we're one big family even though it's a huge company... thank goodness he stopped...
I run around to the passenger side, open the door, and say "Can you drive me to the other building? I have a meeting in 5 minutes!!! and I am meeting President of the BIGGEST BUSINESS UNIT AT COMPANY!!!" And I get into the cab of the truck.
I tell him between gusts of breaths what happened and he understands.
Instead of turning, he drives straight down, guns it, goes from 0 to 60 in like 10 seconds which is pretty good for one of those SUV truck vehicles... he careens around the corner, then around another corner, tells me he will get me there on time, and drops me off at the front of the building. I thank him. Thank you! ThankGod!
I get out of the truck and run into the building.
I run around looking for the Narraganset Conference Room.
I ask a few people and they have never heard of it.
I say it's on the first floor...
"OH! This is th GROUND floor."
"The first floor is upstairs."
"The second floor is really the first floor."
Wha... FINE! GAH!!!
So I run down the hall, someone sees me coming, she opens the door for me with her badge and I run up the stairs whil thanking her, taking the steps two at a time...
I get to the top, and I see Scott (who works for me and always thinks I am doing something or up to something nutty and crazy), casually walking along to the same meeting.
I am finally there.
I am sweating like a pig, breathing like I ran a five minute mile, which I probably almost did.
And he is looking at me like I have three heads.
I tell him what happened, a grin slowly spreads over his face... and I say, "What do they think, that we're in &^%$! EUROPE??? We're in the USA! The FIRST FLOOR should be on the FIRST FLOOR, not the second floor!!!"
He says, "Damn French." Not that I mentioned anything about the French. It's a typical response from him.
So, he says, "Why didn't you come find me?"
I DID! YOU WEREN"T THERE! So this is YOUR FAULT! HAH!
While I am ranting and raving, some perfectly dressed and perfectly coiffed woman comes over, sees me sweating a river, looks at Scott laughing at me and leads us to the conference room and of course... they are all there except for me and Scott. But then President of the Biggest Business Unit isn't there either. In fact, she arrives late enough that the person delivering water and fresh flowers who is late, is actually there and gone before the President of the Biggest Business Unit arrives. Oh, and she always demands fresh flowers in her office and in every room she meets in every single day. Thus the fresh flowers. I sat there during the meeting wondering if anyone would notice or care if were to take them for myself after the meeting...
And that guy in the truck?
An employee at the company.
His last name is Bonder.
No idea what his first name is - he told me but I can't remember.
I'll have to look him up and do something nice for him...
A random act of kindness should always be awarded.
After all, I did sort of car-mug him, sort of carjack him, uh... took him hostage... well... he was amazingly calm and I knew I could trust him.
After all, we work for the same Company.
And was it all worth it?