I'm here in California for a series of heavy hitter manager meetings. One of the key objectives of my participation here is a presentation for one of the pet projects for the divisional CEOs. We take this task ever so seriously so we've been working feverishly for the past nine months to create a unique value proposition for the parent company. There is pressure; it is hell.
Today, I sat side by side by one of my colleagues and worked five hours straight in order to sew up the presentation. It's come together as it should and by 6 pm, I was feeling as if we'd reach a critical mass. It was ready to project to a larger audience. I was so relieved.
As I returned to my room, I suddenly realized that I was completely exhausted. I mean, crowbar to the kneecaps, doubled over in pain, slap me until I scream "Mama" exhausted. All I wanted to do was put on a pair of sweat pants, tumble into bed and fall into a deep and much needed sleep.
Instead, I went out for what I supposed would be a casual early dinner with my core group homies. I donned a pair of jeans and t-shirt, rolled my hair into a messy bun and scrubbed any make-up on my face. I was muy casual but what the hell? I expected an early night.
Perhaps it's bad karma at its worst for at the restaurant several key senior managers in the organization (not invited to this dinner) strolled into the restaurant and immediately joined the group (and in my head, "oh why, oh why, oh why did I come out looking like a beat down Jerry Springer trailer trash girl?"). Our group made it back to the hotel. Like a tumbleweed, we gathered more colleagues with us along the way. We went to the hotel lounge and there, more very important people attached themselves to us. Is there no relief? Entering into the lobby, there was the last of the mob and we were drawn in; the CFO of the parent company, the COO of the parent company, divisional CEOs..and they all wanted to party with us. And me with dirty hair, no make-up and jeans.
What...fresh...hell.
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Can't wait to hear how all of this turned out. Sometimes the best laid plans are not planned at all, C&W. Or, as you know, there is Murphy's Law. Never the less, I have a feeling you looked fine. You would look great in a potato sack with a bag over your head.
Am I right friends?
You're right, Karen. CW, you couldn't look bad if you tried! I hope you let go of your fashion insecurity long enough to enjoy the evening, and noting that this post is written after 3 a.m., I think it's safe to assume you did.
You guys, I was thinking the same thing-that she probably looked adorable and everyone was charmed by this more casual side of her.
(Maybe I shouldn't be talking as if she's not in the room?)
Everyone wants to be where Waffles is. Why should it be surprising that it works further up the food chain too?
That happens to me, too...when I look my worst, no makeup, in my workout clothes coming from the gym, sweaty and stinky, I run into someone I know....no makeup, dirty hair up in a messy ponytail, stinking from the workout...lovely.
Haa ha haaa!!!
Come on C&W go with it and have fun.
Let's be real here, Mikki. You and I were classmates with Moses and I can think of few occasions when you haven't been "outfitted". Gone are the days of the Green Bay Packer. We survived, with anonominity, the fashion disaster of the 8th grade Valentine's dance. You weren't wearing the Col. Sanders outfit, even that is a matter of taste. I'm with Jane, everyone wants to be with the Waffles. You're cringing on the inside and everyone else is saying, "I wish I were so self assured."
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