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I'm at another conference, gnawing my nails in preparation to give a keynote speech tomorrow--and
Guess WHAT?
I'm wearing the same dress as another girl at this here prom. Some other consultant, not with our firm, saw one of our senior analysts give a presentation in Cairo two weeks ago, snatched a heap of his slides, and delivered them today. I flipped through a printout of his slidepack, and was treated to the sight of the very same slides I plan to deliver tomorrow.
So I scooted over to the phone and said, "Senior Analyst, dear, in some fit of conviviality did you give our competitor permission to deliver my speech?" and he said, "No, indeed, I sure didn't."
Nonplussed, that's what I am. There isn't a damn thing I can do about it--his speech is delivered. We'll just have to hope I look cuter in that dress than he did.
Guess WHAT?
I'm wearing the same dress as another girl at this here prom. Some other consultant, not with our firm, saw one of our senior analysts give a presentation in Cairo two weeks ago, snatched a heap of his slides, and delivered them today. I flipped through a printout of his slidepack, and was treated to the sight of the very same slides I plan to deliver tomorrow.
So I scooted over to the phone and said, "Senior Analyst, dear, in some fit of conviviality did you give our competitor permission to deliver my speech?" and he said, "No, indeed, I sure didn't."
Nonplussed, that's what I am. There isn't a damn thing I can do about it--his speech is delivered. We'll just have to hope I look cuter in that dress than he did.