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:
- 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.
- 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.
- 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).