More Meetings, Please?
As fate would have it, Gladys had recently attended a very hip and engaging conference.
This most interesting van had been parked just outside. She could go there to get her treasured skinny, caramel, mocha-nilla latte. All for free.
She had gone to the van 4 times that day.
It was there that the beginnings of a daring new plan had emerged.
As the last person slumped into their seat, Gladys spoke up. She requested permission to present first.
No one had done that before. A few actually took notice.
Gladys plugged her laptop into the projector.
Lo and behold, there wasn't a Powerpoint presentation on the screen; it wasn't an Excel spreadsheet either.