Got through my first meeting

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Got through my first meeting, or
"I'm the boss, so stop sassing me"

(this is a Working Girl blog)

What a long day. I'm totally drained. Most everyone's gone already, but I'm hanging around for a bit, writing this blog and winding down. Nerves I suspect.

Well, my first meeting in my new company went better than I expected, or feared.

The project we were discussing was an extremely simple one, technically speaking - basically setting up a forms-driven workflow system and knowledgebase for our client's customer management reps. The consensus was that it may necessitate setting up a Lotus Notes/Domino database though someone said we might just need to set up a Sharepoint-based archive and q&a database.

But enough tech-speak.

As I said, the meeting went better than I expected. The girls were all cooperative and were gung ho over the project, as well as most of the guys. (Although some of the guys weren't really into the meeting, I can tell.)

Some of them were obviously being a bit subordinate, especially one of the guys that were, by reputation, one of the better business analysts. When he said he couldn't answer the question of one of the other guys, one of the girls said something like, "oh, please." To which he reacted to by saying that it's in his laptop in his cubicle.

After a short silence, I said that he is excused to go get his computer. I would normally not have the guts to say something like that, but I came prepared: This is pathetic, I know, but on my way to the office, I was practicing saying things like that in my car's rearview.

While he was getting his computer, to fill the silence, I complimented one of the girls for her cute outfit (a purplish long-sleeved henley over a nice flowery peasant skirt). The girl smiled shyly at me, and some of the guys complimented her as well. Anyway, some conversation got started about summer clothes, and how the weather had improved a lot, and about the upcoming summer months. I also mentioned to the girls, in passing, that I may need new clothes as I just hit my ideal weight range. One of the guys made a joke (good-naturedly, though) about too much girl-talk, and one of the girls gave him a raspberry.

Little did anyone know that I was so very nervous, especially when the guy came back. But the guy was a lot less disagreeable, and it was actually he who suggested Sharepoint might be sufficient for the work needed. From that point on, the meeting proceeded well enough. In fact, the other guys who were also being disagreeable were more respectful and had started calling me "Ma'am."

Anyway, we had a couple of hours of preliminary planning discussions and stuff, and split the sixteen people in the room into groups. I let them group themselves into two groups of girls and one group of guys (the remaining people made up the fourth group - which was me and three other guys). I put Mr. Personality as the team lead of the all-guy group.

I ended the little informal meeting with some trite line about how we need to work together. I said this while standing in front of that guy, trying to make a point that was so obvious no one could miss it. It seemed to work, though I wasn't sure how much authority I was projecting given how short I am (though to be fair, I had worn heels).

Anyway, after the meeting, I went to my computer in my office first to check my email (and let the girls finish up in the bathroom so I can go alone - boy, did I need a break after that pressure-laden meeting), and then invited everyone to Basil's for a pizza lunch on me (making sure to text my boss first, of course. She texted back okay, and that she wouldn't mind if we had a long lunch.).

We had a pleasant meal full of office gossip and IT-type shoptalk. One of the guys in my team remembered my chocoholic-ness and he ordered a mug of chocolate for me. It was actually either Ovaltine or Milo, but who cares - it was enough of a novelty that I was actually flattered.

One of the girls invited me to join them tomorrow afternoon to window-shop. I wanted to take them up on it but I'm still debating this with myself up to now - before today, my position as their boss wasn't so obvious. But familiarity breeds contempt, as they say. Should I risk it? Or am I over-thinking things again? It shouldn't be a big deal!

But shopping with friendly girlfriends was one of things I dreamed of before, after all, plus it's awkward to go out with my old office-friends from my previous job now. Besides, I think I need some new clothes: I think my clothes are a little tight on me now (Although, to be honest, I think I'm just inventing reasons. I had gained some much-needed pounds these past few days. I think I need to ease off on the chocolate otherwise I'm gonna overshoot my target weight.)

Wish I didn't over-think things too much, and quit being too overdramatic.

So... all in all, so far so good in the office. Mr. Personality actually passed by my office before going home, just to apologize about his attitude during the meeting.

Anyway, best to stop all this blogging foolishness and go home. Nite-nite, everyone.

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