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  • I was at a planning meeting several years ago.
    I was nervous, there was a lot at stake.

    They had a job clock on the wall, like the National debt clock, telling them exactly how much time was left for the project.
    It was a big job,a once in a lifetime project.

    They didn’t just have a deadline; they had a drop dead date.

    They had charts and graphs and stacks of blueprints.

    I was feeling out of my league, but I had Jim, our boss, and Jeff my husband to take the lead.
    I was on a listening tour, I told myself.
    There was talk of air diffusers, sub floors, gallery transitions and Vapor Retarder walls, I nodded and listened.

    The contractor liaison was laying out the project flow sequence.

    “ We have all of these issues figured out,” he said pointing at a chart, “But there is a list of items that we have not figured out. This is our grey zone.”

    He read from the list.
    I was suddenly confidant and jumped in ahead of my boss Jim and Jeff.

    “That grey zone is where we live,” I said, “All we do is work in that grey zone.”

    It was true.
    We are masters in the grey zone.

    (We got the job).
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