My old friend, Jim, called this morning. I've known him for 15 years -- we worked together at two different companies -- the ORGANIZATION THAT DOES NOT HATE FREEDOM and an Internet start-up. I always fondly referred to Jim as my "best girlfriend" because that's the kind of relationship we had. (And also because he and his best friend, Keith, used to wear matching outfits to parties...but hey...what guy doesn't from time to time?)
When we worked for the start-up, Jim and I did a lot of presentations together, and it worked well because we had been friends for so long and had a natural rapport. We had one particular presentation in Atlanta that required us to speak in front of a group of about 100 people. We got to the meeting room early and set up and ran through the presentation and were all ready to go...looking professional, feeling prepared, ready to do a great job on this.
We began our presentation that morning, and it was great -- we had really hit our stride and had the natural back and forth that made it all seem so effortless. However, about midway through this presentation, something happened with Jim's computer and he had to re-boot. He was working with the computer and I continued to present, occasionally looking back at the huge screen to see if he had found our place in the presentation yet.
As the computer came back on, he began searching for the file with our presentation, and as he did, a folder came up with two files in it -- one titled "Presentation" and one titled "Nose Picker" -- yes, "Nose Picker."
So, in a room full of a hundred people, with "Nose Picker" in letters three feet tall behind me, I continued with my presentation.
The company ultimately went bankrupt. Surprised?