A Crack in the Armor
Doesn’t life always happen like this? You’re focused on something. I mean, REALLY lasered in on it. You’ve left all other things behind…….even though those things haven’t forgotten YOU.
Clients: We REALLY want you to do this project for us, Andra. In February.
Clients: We’re great guys, aren’t we?
Client 1: Your fees are fair for what you’ll give us, and—
Client 2: Well, I think you’re expensive, but—
Clients: WE NEED YOU!!
Me: Okay. I must be absolutely finished with this project by February 20………
So, of course, I will be leading their firm retreat on February 21. Mere days before I leave for my Natchez Trace trek.
I. Am. An. IDIOT.
Someone asked me Monday how I multi-task. Well. I’m not sure I do. When I settled into my chair in my first meeting with Client 1 yesterday afternoon, I’m glad I looked down.
Because……..my fly was undone.
With most people, an undone fly means a little exposed cotton. Or maybe silk.
NOT WITH ME. Oh no.
Because I don’t wear……well……..YOU KNOW…….
All I can say is this: when I had to zip up all nonchalant, I was glad I wasn’t a guy.