Second Day Update.
Jun. 16th, 2005 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saffronhareI am, to steal a phrase ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matchgirl42 stole from somebody else, "thuper bored." It is comforting to note that this pattern is in line with my FreeWill mandate for this week, which was to be the most boring person possible.
Even more comforting are the three Coronas I've had this evening in the blessedly air-conditioned hotel, safely tucked away from any of the fearsome mosquitoes which would certainly disfigure my flesh. Starting to pack, wandering around in my underwear, and drinking beer should occupy me for a bit longer and then I'll be crawling into bed. Wake-up is at 6 a.m. tomorrow. Must turn on the charm again at a 7:30 a.m. breakfast call.
In separate incidents today:
One of the hotel waiters leaned over while serving my lunch and asked me if I was "one of those motorcycle girls." Please note that I was wearing a pink blouse and a silk skirt at the time, with my hair in a bun (with a sparkly pink hair stick, no less) and fussy sandals on my feet. My tablemates were horrified, but I was delighted.
I threatened to rip off Bob's ears if he told one more person that I went to West Point. It's true, but I really hate the way it titillates the men in he tells to hear such a thing. Makes me feel like a spectacle. Then they all want to talk about it, but it was half a lifetime ago for me. I will undoubtedly get to dredge up some USMA dreams tonight -- and, while they're not precisely nightmares, they sure don't make me happy. He made amends by buying me a second Corona on the spot and then having a third sent up to my room to be waiting for me when I got back a little while later. No dummy, Bob is, but I will surely be giving him a lot of shit about this tomorrow.
In the midst of this conference, which information will require me to rewrite Everything for All Our Clients for the Whole Year, a client turns to me and says, "So, how are you going to handle this?" I responded, deadpan, "Brilliantly." They blinked at me and nodded. I thought my boss was going to stop breathing on the spot. She told me she doesn't know how I do it, sensing when I can say something outrageous to a client and have them adore me anyway, but she loves me for it. (She bought the first Corona of the evening.)
I guess that's about it. Not going to check out the TV listings because I really ought to get to bed. The beds are very high off the ground. I won't be home until later tomorrow night, so I guess I'll have to catch up later.
Was that boring enough for you? 'Night.
matchgirl42 stole from somebody else, "thuper bored." It is comforting to note that this pattern is in line with my FreeWill mandate for this week, which was to be the most boring person possible. Even more comforting are the three Coronas I've had this evening in the blessedly air-conditioned hotel, safely tucked away from any of the fearsome mosquitoes which would certainly disfigure my flesh. Starting to pack, wandering around in my underwear, and drinking beer should occupy me for a bit longer and then I'll be crawling into bed. Wake-up is at 6 a.m. tomorrow. Must turn on the charm again at a 7:30 a.m. breakfast call.
In separate incidents today:
One of the hotel waiters leaned over while serving my lunch and asked me if I was "one of those motorcycle girls." Please note that I was wearing a pink blouse and a silk skirt at the time, with my hair in a bun (with a sparkly pink hair stick, no less) and fussy sandals on my feet. My tablemates were horrified, but I was delighted.
I threatened to rip off Bob's ears if he told one more person that I went to West Point. It's true, but I really hate the way it titillates the men in he tells to hear such a thing. Makes me feel like a spectacle. Then they all want to talk about it, but it was half a lifetime ago for me. I will undoubtedly get to dredge up some USMA dreams tonight -- and, while they're not precisely nightmares, they sure don't make me happy. He made amends by buying me a second Corona on the spot and then having a third sent up to my room to be waiting for me when I got back a little while later. No dummy, Bob is, but I will surely be giving him a lot of shit about this tomorrow.
In the midst of this conference, which information will require me to rewrite Everything for All Our Clients for the Whole Year, a client turns to me and says, "So, how are you going to handle this?" I responded, deadpan, "Brilliantly." They blinked at me and nodded. I thought my boss was going to stop breathing on the spot. She told me she doesn't know how I do it, sensing when I can say something outrageous to a client and have them adore me anyway, but she loves me for it. (She bought the first Corona of the evening.)
I guess that's about it. Not going to check out the TV listings because I really ought to get to bed. The beds are very high off the ground. I won't be home until later tomorrow night, so I guess I'll have to catch up later.
Was that boring enough for you? 'Night.
