You know I’m sorely tempted to promote. It’s the kiss of death a midnight essay is- Fredo!
Instead I’ll tell you about some other games we play in my club.
When we were meeting in Niagara Falls there were just the 2000 of us which we considered quite a come down from our previous strength. My future Executive Vice President, Vicki, saved my ass at least twice.
The first time was when she invited me to be part of the kool kidz klub and told me about the hole in the wall dive across the street from the Convention Center (at a 90 degree angle from the empty mall) that served the most delicious Porterhouse steaks (sorry vegetarians, I eat meat).
But the second time was this-
At Closing Ceremonies we were in some kind of open un-Air Conditioned Amphitheater. For Officers- Black Tie.
As the speeches droned on my delegation melted outside where at least there was a breeze and there was nothing at all I could do about it. I HAD to be there.
I must admit I was disappointed when Vicki slipped away, but I couldn’t blame her. It was horrible and she had no reason to stay. She wasn’t even my exec yet, I had someone who was outside with the rest.
Instead she came back with armfuls of cold (and very expensive) water.
I’ll never forget that day.
Later on resignations opened up a spot. I went to Vicki with no expectations that she would even consider my request, but instead she taught me how to dance in front of a crowd and even today I’ll meet up with her and her husband and we’ll chat about all the good times.
Vicki cares about people. She rewards the team.
That is politics.
