Although some people were already in party mood last
night at the stroke of 12, my mind was far from it. Due to the absence of my
boss and manager, it meant that I was like David Ospina, a third choice
goalkeeper who goes into every game thinking that he will hardly play a game
whole season due to 2 reasons:- 1) goalkeepers are hardly injured; 2) because
of the first reason, being 3rd choice makes it even more difficult
to have a game.
However, last minute arrangements meant that my
director had little choice but to send me into the meeting with the high
echelon of our client’s management.
Fortunately, I was spared the display but nonetheless was required to
answer several questions about our operations. It was stressful prior as you
wouldn’t want your top boss to be disappointed. Before our client reached, I received
about 5 calls from him in 5 mins than the whole of my decade with the firm. He
was worried, and asked again if I required more backup or even a lawyer to sit
in. I was glad that my answer to him was swift and quick: I don’t think we need
them. I can answer operations questions.
However, quickly, after putting down the phone, I was
under even more intense pressure. There was no way I can blow this up at all.
No cock ups like the train delays or track faults. In other words, just like
our beloved late LKY said: WE WILL SURVIVE!.
At the end of the meeting, I was glad that things went
on smoothly and I was able to answer several questions posed by our client. Of
course there were some ‘did I say the name of the Ms Universe winner correctly”
moments when my director would look at me for answers several times. I was glad,
especially towards one of our clients who came today as I would like to think
that I have not shown myself to be of inferior quality after all. What had
seemed like the surrender chambers had turned out none of anything like that
actually.
Touching on the topic of children, the kids from the
SCC are at West Coast Park today. In what should have been a more fun time interacting
with animals at the zoo, the kids are left without much alternatives after a
sponsor had botched it big time by calling up and sponsoring the wrong scc…..
Sour at first as that meant several kids could no longer go there as many are
from low income families and would not be able to afford the tickets. Sore as
the lack of integrity ensured that there was bound to be no recourse from the
sponsors to cater to BB. However, I’m sure that due as long as company is fun,
it doesn’t matter where you are. If company is strict and rigid, does it matter
even if I send you to the moon? Unfortunately I was not able to accompany Mrs
Ussenal there but a chemical servicing of the prized aircon would go some way
for comfort at least. =p
It is already about three quarters of March. How time
flies..