Most people don’t know what it is I do when I tell them that I work for the Crisis Prevention Institute. Then again, most people don’t know what it is CPI does at all for that matter. That’s why I was surprised when the shuttle driver replied with a confident, “Oh yeah”, when I told him why I was in Columbus, Ohio. When I asked him if he was familiar with our work, he said, “Sure, it has to do with somebody beating somebody else up.” I told him that his description was pretty close with the notable exclusion of the word “preventing.”
He went on to tell me that he volunteered at a womens’shelter fifteen hours a week. He helped battered women find jobs and food and get back on their feet. He was clearly proud of his volunteer work and wondered why it was that more people didn’t volunteer. Indeed, one of his friends revealed that he wouldn’t do anything like that unless he was getting paid. How nice it is to meet people like that shuttle driver.
The hotel I’m staying at and doing the training is one of the nicest hotels in Columbus. One of those places where staff is eager to help you the moment you walk through the door. While waiting for my room to be cleaned, I waited in the cavernous lobby. High above me was a piece of artwork hanging from the ceiling. I can only describe it as a cross between the ribcage of a whale and monkey-bars for reeeaaally tall people.
Bags unpacked, training room ready, blog notes noted and it is off to dinner!
Columbus has its fair share of good restaurants. I stopped at a place that is known for its atmosphere and fine German ales and lagers. Nothing better than a cold beer with dinner, unless the restaurant serves it at “room temperature” in which case you order a glass of wine. The restaurant was over 100 years old and had mosaic floor tiles, paintings and stained glass and a beautiful mahogany bar. The hostess escorted me to my table wearing high-heeled pumps. She looked really uncomfortable in those shoes and walked like someone would walk if they were in bare feet and stepping on things that were really squishy.
Eating alone is something you have to accept as a globetrotting trainer and it really has never bothered me. I just busy myself with a good book or newspaper and enjoy my meal. You do feel a little self-conscious however when you are seated at a lone table next to a party of 25. It really didn’t bother me until all 25 of them broke out into a chorus of “Edelweiss.” Not wanting to be outdone, I followed their lead with my version of Barry Manilow’s “Copa Cabana.” It’s a good thing that the weather was mild and the restaurant had outdoor seating because that is where I spent the rest of the evening.
Belly full, check paid, crisis avoided and it's back to the hotel!
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