I am back from Washington D.C., however, I left a SIGNIFICANT part of me behind... or a significant part of my behind...or a significant amount came out of my behind...and I left it there... or something.
I think I mentioned that the project I'm working on is the exploration of a potential merger.
The personal dynamics of the meeting were pretty fascinating.
People holding similar jobs can't help but feel awkward with their counterpart wondering who might be the future boss of the other.
Despite the tension, the whole group needs to work together to conduct the proper due diligence analysis.
I was struck by the difference in the way men and women handled it.
Early on the first night I sat with a group of women. They were evenly split, half representing one group and half the other. The conversation immediately turned to topics that create unity.
The women talked about how many children they had, the kids ages, the particular challenges they faced with children that age and the stresses of being a working mom.
Soon all the women were laughing together remembering when they were 13 years old and three-way calling boys.
"Ask him if he likes me and I'll just listen."
The women immediately created a sense of camaraderie and common ground with one another.
Later that night I was seated with a group of the men.
They immediately got down to the business of establishing who had more power.
They "one-upped" each other, interrupted, disagreed, argued and became combative.
They puffed up their man chests and beat on them with their hairy fists.
I half expected them to swing on a forest vine performing a Tarzan yell.
Men are so weird sometimes.
I left Washington thinking that before a meeting begins men should be required to go to the bathroom as a group.
In the privacy of the men's room and away from the women they should just get it over with... drop their pants, get their measuring sticks out, establish rank and THEN come out and have the meeting.