What’s the Most Important Fact You Heard in That Meeting?

One task I enjoy doing as a professional communicator is taking meeting notes. Without bragging too much, it’s a thing several leaders have valued in my skill set because I can listen to a lot of information and identify the main point or the most important point, which is a slightly different skill set. My mother would call it “reading between the lines.”

I haven’t written about this topic before, partly because I try to avoid bragging, but also because I am uncertain how to teach others how to do it. I will give it a shot here, though (the word “essay” is French for “try,” after all).

Summaries (or lack thereof)

Some meeting leaders are kind enough to summarize a decision that was made or an event which has transpired, making it easy to pass on “the big news” afterward. However, sometimes meetings end ambiguously, without a clear decision or summary. Could that be the most important point? If the sole purpose of the meeting was to reach a decision, yes indeed.

Scope of impact

You could be listening to fact upon fact upon fact (try sitting through a monthly status meeting for a launch vehicle sometime). This mass increased by X pounds. The thrust of the engine increased by Y percent. The flight test moved to Z date. Obviously if you’re a structural or propulsion engineer, you might have different priorities. However, if you need to go back and report on a fact that affects everybody, which item will get your attention? The flight test date, obviously.

Other “hot button” items are facts that affect the budget, workforce, or ability of an organization to deliver a product or service at the agreed-upon level of quantity or quality. In short, will something that you heard affect the organization’s ability to accomplish its primary goal or mission?

Emotional impact

This could take many forms, from good to bad. Did someone get a promotion? Have layoffs been announced? Did people come out of meeting upset? Angry? Elated? Was there a long-drawn-out argument? Human dynamics are important and can sometimes be more important than any facts that are announced during a discussion.

Other thoughts

The “most important” fact in a meeting will sometimes vary by the priorities expressed by your organization, culture, or individual leader. When in doubt, it doesn’t hurt to ask: “Is there anything you want me to listen for?” Sometimes priorities change. Sometimes (and I’m sure every meeting leader is about to cringe reading this), there is no important information to come out of a meeting. It happens. Odds are, if you say that “nothing important” happened, you can record every individual fact at an equal level of importance and let the meeting minute readers make their own judgments. Still, prioritizing information is a useful skill to have. Keep it in mind the next time you’re sent to a meeting.

When Workplaces Give Up Hope

I was in Broward County, Florida, this past week to present the Soil Moisture Active Passive (SMAP) citizen science project. Because it was an all-day thing, I booked a hotel for the night before so I wouldn’t have to get up at 0-dark-30 to drive down from Orlando. Because I was operating on someone else’s budget, I decided to go for the lowest rate feasible. That was probably my first mistake.

Anyhow, I arrived at the resort, an “all-inclusive” place in the neighborhood of Fort Lauderdale. My father, a Florida resort aficionado, indicated that the place I’d selected “used to be quite a place,” so I went in with a somewhat hopeful attitude.

The lobby was a bright green I’d not seen since the ’80s. The fixtures and furniture were similarly in need of updating. Whatever. I checked in, and the front desk host was reasonably helpful. That would be the last time I encountered a helpful, friendly person on the staff.

I knew I was in trouble when I saw and smelled the hallway carpet. Being a connoisseur of physical ailment-inducing psychedelic carpets, I almost missed such crazy patterns. Instead, I faced a faded gray-green stretch with stains.

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Then I got to my room. Instead of carpeting, I saw hard wood, scratched up, with gaps between several of the boards.

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I decided to head down to the hotel restaurant/saloon, which was empty except for a couple staff members. The most prominent feature of the restaurant–another place that hadn’t been seriously refurbished since the ’80s or ’90s–was the booming music overhead, which played hip hop (not my favorite) on a staticky channel. The young lady behind the bar wanted to know if I was interested in ordering anything. I said that I’d give it very serious thought if she’d change the radio station. She seemed to resent the request, tried to ignore it, then tried it.

The volume went down, but the station didn’t change for a while. Then it did change to some other hip hop station, and the static remained. I rolled my eyes and checked out the menu and the collection of bottles behind the bar. The menu comprised bar snacks. I was congested, so I thought soup might do me some good. They had soup on the menu, but apparently the kitchen wasn’t up to the request. “We don’t have soup.” I wasn’t sure I trusted the cleanliness of the place enough to order food, anyway.  The bottles behind the bar had makeshift caps on them. I ordered a bottled beer and settled onto a chair away from the bar.

When the radio reception showed no signs of improving, I asked the bartender if she could turn up the sound on the big-screen TV, which was running a football game. The lady said to me, before an empty room, “That would disturb the other customers.” I ordered a second beer and left.

Little things in the room started bothering me.

One of the table lamps didn’t work because the switch was broken.

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Remember that congestion I spoke of earlier? Well, I thought some tissues might be helpful. I found the wall slot where the Kleenex box was supposed to be…

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The front desk had a box behind the counter handy–as if they anticipated such a request?

The TV was actually the newest thing in the room, which was a shame, because I might have watched the football game on it in lieu of watching it in the restaurant.

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Downside? There was no TV remote in the room.

The last disappointment struck at 6 a.m. the next morning, when I was taking a shower. The room had a three-spigot liquid dispenser on the wall, which I’ve seen in other resorts: shampoo, conditioner, soap. The problem? No soap. Zip, zero, zilch.

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Okay, so I washed myself with shampoo that day and probably smelled more minty-fresh than usual.

I dropped by the front desk before I left to verify that I didn’t have any room charges. The front desk host, a bit surly, informed me that since I booked through Expedia, there was no receipt. The attitude from the host decided things for me: I was not going to bother with the hotel’s breakfast area. These people obviously didn’t give a damn.

You might be wondering why I haven’t mentioned the name of this resort. Part of it is that I didn’t complain while I was there. Part of it is that I realized any complaint really wouldn’t make a difference. Some places are beyond fixing. I wondered briefly as I drive away how businesses get so bad. It isn’t something that happens overnight. It might not even be the result of a single dramatic event. However, slowly, bit by bit, some businesses lose their mission, their motivation, and their ability to sustain themselves. Such was the case of that hotel.

I won’t go back. I won’t give them the benefit of the doubt that they were just “having a bad day.” If I had had to stay longer than one night, I would’ve paid for an upgrade to some chain hotel with a decent reputation out of my own pocket and considered it money well spent.

But seriously: if you work in such a place–or own such a place–what the hell are you thinking about? How do you live with yourself? Life is too short to do a half-@$$ed job.