I have 5 meetings set for today. That’s pretty good. A few weeks ago I heard someone brag about 4 meetings so I felt compelled to schedule 5. Usually my sales manager accompanies me but today the principal of the company is riding with me. When I found out, my first thought was, “Hooray, now I can wear the dress I wore to the meetings last week!” You see, my sales manager has already seen me in it. I am actually pretty excited. I think it should be a good day. I am not worried.
donnaville
sugar and spice and everything groovy
May I ask:
…what type of software do you sell?
…does your dress have magical powers?
(Wonder Woman’s attire worked magic…especially
on male viewers)
I would prefer not to say the type of software I sell– I’ve heard horror stories about companies finding out about employees’ blogs. Don’t want to go down that trail.
My dress doesn’t have any magical powers. Darn it! Wish it did. I will say, I’ve found that I am better received in a dress than a suit. I think it has something to do with appearing more feminine but who knows.
Turn on those feminine charms! Use ’em or lose ’em!
I’m picturing Samantha (Elizabeth Montgomery, of course) twitching her nose, causing
Darren to win a big account at Larry Tate’s ad agency. Not exactly a clear case of cause and effect, but that’s Hollyweird for you.
Or try spinning like Wonder Woman. Whatever works.
By the way, some kid in England is registered on Myspace.com with MY email address. Is it possible for AOL to assign duplicate addresses?
I saw the profile! I think you should just come out with it and admit you are a 15-year-old kid. 🙂 There’s no age limit here at donnaville!
I thought he was 16 year old. BIG difference, of course. I’m afraid this limey poser might actually have MY name, which wouldn’t be too unusual since I’m of Anglo-Saxon origin (with a little Caddo Indian thrown in).
What bothers me are the MySpace “updates” sent to my email address. I personally don’t care that Nigel in Shropshire-On-Avon thinks I’m “kewl”. If only those kids knew what an old fuddy-duddy American I am.