Still from the glass window...a woman selling cigarettes and candies scratching, err...her back?
Now you know why I prefer sitting (and eating) by the window. I get to see the 'real' slice of life.
I attended a meeting at the Asian Institute of Management a few hours ago. I sat between the President/CEO of some company and the Associate Director of some known institution. Somewhere inside the room is another woman in a somewhat senior-level position who is the sister of the Chancellor of a well known university and the daughter of a well known scientist. I figured that most of her relatives are well known people, except her. Well, I don't know her. She just came from America, she exclaimed (don't see the connection with the meeting but she mentioned it twice).
I was the only junior-looking staff inside that cold, silent room. Since I was the youngest there, and seemingly "a nobody" when it comes to position, the Asso Dir asked me if I could take the minutes of the meeting. I didn't say anything. Not meaning to be rude I guess. I was told to attend the meeting for a write-up not to be a tape recorder. I've encountered people like her in this field, so many times that I've learned the basic of looking cool even when you're mad. No, I wasn't mad, I was furious. Not because she's asking me to take the minutes but simply because she assumed I was the least of the group. Well, truly, I don't have a title before and after my name so I guess she was right.
My point is...conceptions, assumptions, and misconceptions.
If you're a junior staff sitting amidst a group of senior staff (age- and position- wise), you're likely to be the "ham of the sandwhich". Not that they mean it. But since most junior staff are often tag-a-longs during meetings, most people would take you as the "one who takes notes" of who will then turn it into a report for the boss. Oh well.
Anyway, the Associate Director saw my crooked smile so she sent in her secretary to take the minutes. End of story.