Scene: Client meeting in Dallas. Room full of old, grey-haired, white men. Main client setting up an ice breaker game - it's one of those "interview the person next to you so you can introduce that person to the rest of the group" kind of things. Our main interview question: If you could have dinner with anyone in the world, who would it be and why.
My partner and I were toward the end of the room, so we sat through about 30 other "introductions." Everyone had really "smart" answers like Martin Luther King Jr., Nelson Mandela, Jesus...
My answer: Britney Spears. Reason: I want to knock some sense into her.
Unfortunately, I don't think my old, grey-haired, white man knew who Brit-Brit is. As he introduced me to the group, revealing my dinner guest, he left it with, "Jilt would like to eat dinner with Britney Spears..."
The end. That was it. So, I stood up and said, "Well, you have to tell them why..."
Unfortunately, time was up, so in a room full of pseudo-intellectual dream dinner guests, I was left hanging in the wind with my Britney response. Great way to make a first impression.
God, I hate icebreakers!
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