Like a giant weight lifted off my shoulders, the company-wide presentation is done and over with. Went without a hitch, except for the fact that CEO was not there! Damn. This was supposed to be my big break…the moment when I would finally be recognized for my brains and business savvy. CEO was going to immediately put my promotion in works and send me straight to my corner office where I would be greeted by my hot 23-year-old administrative assistant (who not only takes dictation, but is a certified massage therapist..oh yeah…and he’s a guy!) who is waiting to whisk me off to the corporate jet for a week of R & R on the Greek Isles!
But no. CEO was not there. COO was there, though. And took note of everything, and I managed to get through the whole thing unscathed by impossible questions. And hopefully, CEO will review the video on his way home from somewhere in the corporate jet (which I have actually flown in, by the way) and call for my promotion immediately, which would be accompanied by a 50% salary increase, plus bonus.
Hey, a girl can dream can’t she?
Whelp, this is going to have to be a quickie. I’m off to be “set up” the old fashioned way. An old business acquaintance (I’ll call him John) is a good friend of a guy that I’ve crushed on for a while now (Jack). I had no idea they were friends until recently. Somehow, John set up a dinner with two of my co-workers and me….and Jack!? So. It’s going to be really strange and awkward, I’m sure. Several people at work have talked to Jack (who used to work at my company but moved away a few years ago and is now back in town doing something else) about me! He knows I’m interested, and he has to know this whole thing is a set-up.
But it should be interesting. I hope.
Now, the worst thing about this whole scenario is that I have a meeting set up with John tomorrow, and he’s going to want to get some business out of me. And there’s no way in hell that I’m going to be able to do it. His company is not very good, and….well, I don’t really want to get into it. Let’s just say that it’s just not going to happen.
But I guess I should just enjoy tonight and worry about tomorrow when it gets here. And don’t worry, I’ll be good. My betting friend in Bangladesh is already telling me that I’m weak of will and that I’m going to lose my 2-drink-maximum-per-night bet. I must prove him wrong!
And with that, I’m off.
Adios, amigos!
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