Today Clark asked to see me in his office. History would suggest that this is not a good thing.
And history would be right.
Clark told me he was “presenting” at an important trade show in Omaha and that he wanted me to go with him.
I was surprised. I was flattered. I accepted.
Turns out all he needs is someone to man a booth, hand out flyers and run his PowerPoint presentation.
Apparently, the corporate chimp is busy that week and I’m the next best simian for the job.
But, on the upside, it gets me out of the office, and it’s a good chance to spend some time with Clark. Get to know him better.
Then Otto entered…
Apparently, Otto is coming to Omaha too.
Turns out Otto and I will be sharing a room. At a Super 8 Motel. I also learned that Otto and I will be driving there together while Clark flies in to attend a pre-conference dinner.
That’s when I said “My throat feels a bit sore. I hope I’m not getting sick.”
Clark waved that off. Then he waved us out of his office.
We walked out. I looked at Otto. He seemed delighted.
He said that the 10 hour drive would give us lots of time to “talk windows” on the way there and “talk doors” on the way back.
We leave on Monday. I start drinking now.