My boss came into my office this afternoon and sat down. He had a few quick questions for me; nothing out of the ordinary. At the end of our conversation, he casually mentioned we were successful in our bid for some new business. About four million dollars a year successful. A big one. A huge new account.
And my first reaction, of course, was a sigh of relief. Not only for the future of the company, but also for not having to eat my words. I knew there was something brewing. And I was right.
He didn't have all the details but he told me what he knew about it thus far. Apparently this project won't really take off until sometime next year so, even though it's great news, we still have a while until we see the work. Any normal person would have simply smiled and left it at that. But not me. Big mouth syndrome kicked in again and I expanded on my previous prediction.
There's more to come, I told him. This business is definitely an important piece of the puzzle, but I still feel like we'll be thrown into chaos when we're suddenly overwhelmed with a dramatic increase in production. Planning for this account next year doesn't fit the bill. Two more big ones. I think two more big ones are coming. Soon.
And while I honestly trust my gut and believe my words are true, I really wish I'd learn to shut up.
That being said, I wasn't able to resist the urge to sing and dance around my office in Adler family fashion once he left. "Told ya so, told ya so, told ya told ya told ya so!"
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