My first ever meeting was a A & W team meeting at a food court.
I had no idea why we were there; they fired someone the morning of, so they announced it here.
We had danishes and Coke to drink.
And when they asked if anyone had any pressing issues, I asked if I could have smaller pants because mine were too big (I know, priorities when you’re a teen).
I can recall what some people asked that day, because it was relevant and got to the point; other stuff I can’t remember.
Except for the pants question, and the odd danish – not much else has changed.
