we had our first board meeting this month. it’s sort of like meeting the boyfriend’s parents: you want them to think you’re smart and together; you want them to be impressed; you want them to respect the real you (not just the polished-up you standing before them); and, while it’s not absolutely necessary, part of you does want them to like you. really like you.
oh, and you want them to be comfortable giving you some space, to let you find your way through the relationship all the while knowing they’re right there should you have a question or need some sage advice.
yeah. like that.
so how did it go, you ask? if the board meeting was the dancing with the stars finale, we would’ve strutted away with the disco ball trophy. BUT… it was one board meeting. and early on. so heads will not swell and egos will remain checked and the ‘we did it!’ dance will not be done again for quite some time. still, it was nice to get the positive feedback and encouragement. and to know that i am, indeed, the powerpoint princess.
some other highlights: we got a server. yep, a real live we’re-building-this-thing server. i named him, of course. yes, it’s a him. jock whitney. meet jock whitney, our server. cute, huh? and no i’m not going to explain jock whitney. r’member when the world wide internets used to be called the information superhighway?! take a drive, clive. ;-p
what else. . . oh yeah, i left the key to the ladies room IN the ladies room a total of four times. which means i am now acquainted with everyone in our hallway. of course, they all know me as the kooky girl who knocks on their door to borrow a ladies room key to retrieve a ladies room key, but whatev. it’s not such a picnic for me, either.
and, finally, the fred wilson watch 2008 continues. no actual in-person sightings yet. . .but i am still on the case, dignity (somewhat) intact.