Pre-meeting prep the night before. A specific notebook. Color coded sections. Voice memos taken in the elevator between the meeting room and my desk because I had learned, the hard way, that the walk back was long enough for things to disappear.
My job was to capture what happened in rooms. The summary. The action items. Who said what and what they agreed to do about it.
I was methodical about this. Genuinely methodical. I tried probably every tool that existed, seventeen apps at one point across three devices, a smart notebook my brother gave me that was supposed to scan my handwriting into searchable text, audio transcription software that returned clean records I still could not properly use. I built workarounds on top of workarounds.
The recaps still went out with gaps I could not always explain.
For a long time I assumed this was just how the job worked. That meeting documentation was inherently difficult and the best you could do was manage it carefully.
I was solving the wrong problem.
