BNI = Barf Nausea Insanity
I have been moping around the office all day.
Like a small child.
Why is there a flea buzzing around my face right now.
I’LL KILL YOU, FLEA!
Flea doesn’t get it.
I had a disastrous Monday. A tense Tuesday. A nauseating Wednesday. And I would be on my way to recovery today, but nooooo, I had to go to BNI.
What is BNI all about, you may ask.
Well let me tell you.
BNI = Business Networking International. Sounds harmless enough. It’s not. Don’t be fooled.
Those who are members of BNI like to think they’re participating in a wonderful, well organized, very effective networking group of local business owners. They like to think they’re spending their once-weekly meetings conversing and gaining insight into strategies, marketing, and profiting. They would tell you their BNI meetings are an intrigal part of their business success.
Two of my co-workers are members of separate BNI groups. This morning I was sent as a “substitute” to one of these meetings. It was my FIFTH time substituting in the past month. What my co-workers do not realize is that no, it’s not o.k. to use Lindsey as their BNI substitute whenever they are simply too busy and can’t make it. Lindsey has this issue with giving presentations. It does not matter that the presentation is only a 45-second introduction of oneself and one’s company and one’s ideal referral at the beginning of the meeting, Lindsey can hardly give a FIVE second presentation without wanting to die. Lindsey has a terrible history with this stuff. Lindsey has written many a blog about her social phobia rediculousness. Don’t they know this?
BNI to outsiders like me is a weekly excuse for the community extroverts who love mingling and presenting and public everything to get together and get their extrovertedness out of their system. It’s a chance for them to feel important and glow at the testimonies about them from others and lavish in the swapping of names and numbers. Barf.
I have been humiliated in one too many BNI 45-second presentations. I have choked up, teared up, shaken up, and brain-freezed up in front of all those extroverted eyes. And I went through it again this morning. I hate BNI.
And that is why I have been moping around the office.