When you see a potential "seat at the table" it's hard not to desire it.
Today I split from the group to do some separate networking and a little due diligence of how this company we are partnering with works. I returned to our team and pulled my colleagues aside and gave them some insights. They were impressed.
Then, I was put to work transcribing more flip charts.
Mixed messages? Um. Yeah.
At the close of the meeting, I was asked some more questions and again, they seem impressed. Then I showed them something our team had worked up for their communications (Thanks Kiki!!!! I gave you full credit doll!) and they were very impressed.
This evening I separated from the group again and when I returned they were hyped from a great meeting with clients. I joined them and at first took a backseat just listening to their discussions. But at some point, it all changed. I glimpsed the seat at the table opening up again.
This last hour was magic. They asked. I answered. They questioned. I confirmed. They requested. I advised. They listened. They LISTENED. THEY LISTENED.
And for a brief time, I felt it. My butt in the seat at the table. Me.
And suddenly I thought, "Mr. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?"
Tomorrow (or actually later today) I head to Sydney.