A few years ago, I ended up becoming the Convenor of my professional group. Now, this wasn't because of outrageous ambition or a wild desire for power. Nope: it was more along the lines of "somebody has to do it, and you look like you won't break too much expensive or important stuff". My predecessor was wonderful: very organised, professional, and efficient. I think I can say I took that as a challenge not to live up to...I am definitely more of a Chaotic Convenor. This is how I convene a meeting*: Fumble about with the paperwork, and realise I didn't print out the agenda and previous meetings minutes. Sheepishly ask if anyone has spare copies/steal another Committee members copy while they aren't looking, and protest innocence and surprise when the missing papers are discovered. Select which pretty colour of gel ink pen to use. Ask what I'm meant to do. Start going over the minutes of the previous meeting. Ask if that's what I'm meant to...
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