What I Hated the Least Today 165/365: Meeting

Computers and code
Computers and code

I’ve been to a one-to-one to one-to-two meeting today where I was being advised on how to use a marketing software by the company who made it. That’s the short story. The long story follows, starting with disclaimers:

  1. As to the advising part, I read the software manual—that’s what I do, I read manuals—prior to the meeting. Twice. I tried out all functions available and came to the meeting with just a few questions that were not covered by the manual.
  2. As to the one-to-one to one-to-two part, my meeting was with a person who tests and uses the application, but my questions about its functions were so searching that she needed to summon the app programmer for help. Repeatedly.
  3. As to the marketing software, I hate marketing and I find it perverse that I found myself using a marketing application. But apparently, a marketing application has a marketing potential, and I don’t care what I do to pay the bills.

The meeting was taxing for everyone concerned and enjoyable for me in retrospect. Because—a) blogging material and b) it’s amusing to replay the meeting in my mind and see how perfectly socially inadequate I am.

Scarcely had I acted on the invitation to sit down when I asked whether I could get the company’s Wi-Fi password or whether I had to set up a hot spot from my phone’s 4G to get my tablet online. I was granted the password. Good. I didn’t have the presence of mind earlier to save my Excel spreadsheet with my questions offline, so I needed to connect to the cloud.

When my warm-up questions were answered, I moved on to more intricate ones, on which the testing person called in the programming person. I loved the engineer at first sight. He clearly hated me at first sight—because I’m people and he obviously hates people. So do I, which is why I loved the guy. He didn’t talk to me much—once again, because people—and he was obviously relieved when dismissed. So was I.

That I call a meeting of soulmates (provided we put aside that I don’t believe in souls). I mean, I didn’t even look at the person properly (I don’t look at people to avoid the risk of accidental eye contact), but I know a socially awkward fellow when I see him, which establishes a sort of connection in disconnection (provided this even makes sense).


Author: Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.

13 thoughts

  1. All in all, it sounds pretty good. I understand you need marketing — everyone got to put food on the table. I’ve always felt very comfortable with people like you described [the programming person], as I don’t have to put on an act myself.


      1. It was a good one, I only left it to come to NZ. I used to get free trips to all the major engineering exhibitions, I know, sounds dull, but if you like engineering its a good day out. That sounds quite sad when I re-read it. never mind. Oh yes, we used to get free lunch too so there is such a thing, a snack wagon would come round every lunchtime and you just took what you wanted. Awesome. Bad for the waistline though. And best of all, I got paid to break other people finely crafted software, and the smart buggers that wrote it had to go fix it. Not bad for a knuckle scraper 😀


        1. You describe it just the way as other people working in the same field do. Sounds fun… Other people’s finely crafted software? If it indeed were finely crafted, you wouldn’t be able to break it. I have no illusions about anyone finely crafting anything… But, being also a proofreader, it’s my job description to find fault with things 😮


          1. They think its finely crafted, it was my job to prove them wrong 🙂 I reckon you could well have the skills then. its mostly about spotting small inconsistencies.


          2. Exactly. I can prove wrong pretty much anyone who thinks that their text is finely crafted. There are always inconsistencies. And even the proofreader needs a proofreader.


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