Oh boy, have times changed!
My first business lunch was in my International Banking days when the department Director, myself and our visitor went for lunch at a rather posh restaurant.
Unbeknown to me at the time, the bank had an account there, so EVERYONE used it.
It was a good meal though, and pleasantries were exchanged rather than the topic of work.
My second was somewhat different, with just the same department Director and myself but I’ll come back to that.
Following promotion, business lunches didn’t include me, but we would have a department meeting once a month or so.
This was held over breakfast in the local pub on the last Friday of the month on the Director’s expense account. Sometimes we would also have lunch meetings, when food would be ordered in. Surprisingly, (or perhaps not) these were very productive days.
As we still have no internet connection on the Marina, we have to find alternative sources, the library of which is one (my first visit today) .
Yesterday, armed with Hubby’s laptop, we went out for lunch.
As we sat eating our dinner, the people behind us were discussing a ‘difficult situation’ in the office. From the snippets I overheard, someone had made a complaint, and the ‘Boss’ was laying out the company procedure, outcomes and possible compensation.
Over the way, a woman was happily tapping away on her white laptop, and judging from the conversation she was having on her mobile phone at the same time, was conducting some kind of interview or arranging one.
Behind Hubby, a man was frantically thumbing his smartphone keypad and occasionally looking up as if waiting for someone to join him.
Behind him, a group of people in matching uniforms were having some kind of sales meeting as they discussed the figures on the laptop screen as it was passed amongst them.
Hubby got his Wifi connection with no problems whatsoever.
Where were we?
This had been the venue of my second business lunch.
The Director and I had gone up to the London office, and instead of the expected ‘business trip’ , we had to go on the coach ‘red eye’ as the trains were on strike.
Our lunch was a Bigmac as we only had half an hour and it was closest.
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