My family and I were consulting for a project consisting of various media and technology (in reality, my brother plays guitar extremely well, my mother & father are both interior designers graduated from Pratt, I’m the coder). We had met the client, and assembled a larger group of about 10 people to work with us on the project. I finished the technical piece early, so I could return to my day job.
What was likely several days later, I returned for the celebratory dinner at a restaurant, where we sat down, and I indulged in my favorite drink, a goose ‘n tonic. I began to review the 12 or so new pieces to the project and noticed major and glaring holes. “Who was project manager?” I asked, but none had been elected. I began to explain via analogy why someone needs to be a project manager, otherwise massive holes appear. My analogy was: “Even the most beautiful woman’s skin under scrutiny exhibits blemishes.”
