Not my usual topic for blogging but its fair to say I’ve had something on my mind this past week. It would seem that for the first time ever it has affected my ability to think with clarity and do my job. I’m ashamed to say that in the embarrassing stakes it outranks the ‘inside-out top’ scenario by a long way. It happened like this…
I was beavering away trying to get my desk cleared as quickly as possible, the sooner the better as I’d be on holiday the moment I could see the wood under the paper mountain. Phone rings…. ‘hello’… ‘oh, hello, I’ve been trying to contact you. You don’t know me by we know a mutual acquaintance. Sandy’ ‘ah, yes. I know Sandy. How is he?’… blah blah blah - pleasantries pleasantries pleasantries…. ‘So, anyway. I was rather hoping to meet with you to discuss a joint project’… ‘Oh, I’m so sorry I don’t have a free minute before the end of the year’ … silence…. ‘What about on my way home today?’…
I caved….
Resigned but determined to keeping it short and to the point I did some homework before he arrived. Prepared with my ‘wish’ list ready to negotiate I welcomed him into the office. That’s when it happened. I found my thoughts wandering…. oh so wandering. He wasn’t particularly handsome but with every uttered word I was finding him more and more appealing… EEK… here I was trying to sound intelligent, erudite and lucid but failing miserably to keep my guttural thoughts checked!!
He asked if I was okay… I muttered something about trying to remember the ingredient that one of my boys needed for home economics the next day. Not sure he believed me.. truth be told he’d have to have been blind and deaf to not realise why I was unsettled… oh the shame - the shame of it all!!!
Needless to say I stuttered like a buffoon, simpered like an overzealous Labrador and agreed to FAR more than I would have ordinarily done. All because i couldn’t rise about my hormones. Now I face the task of extracting myself and my project from the terms I’ve signed up to… Any good lawyers out there? Preferably, unattached, fiscally sound and willing to embrace primal urges as they happen…
I was beavering away trying to get my desk cleared as quickly as possible, the sooner the better as I’d be on holiday the moment I could see the wood under the paper mountain. Phone rings…. ‘hello’… ‘oh, hello, I’ve been trying to contact you. You don’t know me by we know a mutual acquaintance. Sandy’ ‘ah, yes. I know Sandy. How is he?’… blah blah blah - pleasantries pleasantries pleasantries…. ‘So, anyway. I was rather hoping to meet with you to discuss a joint project’… ‘Oh, I’m so sorry I don’t have a free minute before the end of the year’ … silence…. ‘What about on my way home today?’…
I caved….
Resigned but determined to keeping it short and to the point I did some homework before he arrived. Prepared with my ‘wish’ list ready to negotiate I welcomed him into the office. That’s when it happened. I found my thoughts wandering…. oh so wandering. He wasn’t particularly handsome but with every uttered word I was finding him more and more appealing… EEK… here I was trying to sound intelligent, erudite and lucid but failing miserably to keep my guttural thoughts checked!!
He asked if I was okay… I muttered something about trying to remember the ingredient that one of my boys needed for home economics the next day. Not sure he believed me.. truth be told he’d have to have been blind and deaf to not realise why I was unsettled… oh the shame - the shame of it all!!!
Needless to say I stuttered like a buffoon, simpered like an overzealous Labrador and agreed to FAR more than I would have ordinarily done. All because i couldn’t rise about my hormones. Now I face the task of extracting myself and my project from the terms I’ve signed up to… Any good lawyers out there? Preferably, unattached, fiscally sound and willing to embrace primal urges as they happen…
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