Mice I Kick?
The following story takes place on a Friday in the summer of 2011.
I ran into Audrey at work. Who is Audrey? She is one of the attractive twenty-somethings our boss likes to hire for the sales floor. I don't know her too well, but she seems nice and appears very attentive to customers. She was seeking advice on some areas of study to prepare for law school.
As flattered as I was that she recognized me as a fountain of invaluable wisdom, I didn't really understand any of the legal jargon she was going on about, but I kept up as best I could while trying to find some angle I could use to create an intelligent sounding reply.
Amidst all of the legal jargon, she expressed concern over where she would live. The city she wanted to live in only had one house available for a lawyer. It was on Higgins Street. How is that? She explained that all good lawyers live on streets with English names.
Continuing on, she mentioned studying Command Presence. I found my angle. "Definitely take the course on command presence. Being noticed could very well be more important than what you are actually saying. If people are paying attention to you and falling asleep when the opposing lawyer speaks, your chances of success rise considerably. You do well with customers, those people skills will help you."
She seemed convinced and thanked me. I broke the conversation and returned to my desk before she started spouting off more legal talk that I didn't understand.
Then I woke up.
My first thought: "Higgins? Lawyers need streets with English names? What the fuck?"
My second thought: "Is Audrey really going to be a lawyer? Did I read her mind while I was sleeping?"
I ran into Audrey at work. She was in the break room loading the dishwasher. There were a few dishes left to load, so she was effectively trapped with me for at least 10 or 15 seconds.
"Hello!"
"Hi!"
"Audrey, can I ask you a question? ...it won't be about aliens this time."
"Sure!"
"You're still studying at NMU, right?"
"Yeah, one more semester."
"Are you going to be a lawyer by any chance? Or perhaps a public relations person? Anything that involves talking in front of groups?"
"No, I'm going to be a nurse, why...?
"Oh, I had this dream last night you were asking me for advice about law school..."
"Nope, nurse."
"Darn. I was hoping I had psychic powers..."
This was followed by a little bit of awkward and possibly insincere laughter from Audrey, then I went on with my day. Completely normal and not psychic.
I ran into Audrey at work. Who is Audrey? She is one of the attractive twenty-somethings our boss likes to hire for the sales floor. I don't know her too well, but she seems nice and appears very attentive to customers. She was seeking advice on some areas of study to prepare for law school.
As flattered as I was that she recognized me as a fountain of invaluable wisdom, I didn't really understand any of the legal jargon she was going on about, but I kept up as best I could while trying to find some angle I could use to create an intelligent sounding reply.
Amidst all of the legal jargon, she expressed concern over where she would live. The city she wanted to live in only had one house available for a lawyer. It was on Higgins Street. How is that? She explained that all good lawyers live on streets with English names.
Continuing on, she mentioned studying Command Presence. I found my angle. "Definitely take the course on command presence. Being noticed could very well be more important than what you are actually saying. If people are paying attention to you and falling asleep when the opposing lawyer speaks, your chances of success rise considerably. You do well with customers, those people skills will help you."
She seemed convinced and thanked me. I broke the conversation and returned to my desk before she started spouting off more legal talk that I didn't understand.
Then I woke up.
My first thought: "Higgins? Lawyers need streets with English names? What the fuck?"
My second thought: "Is Audrey really going to be a lawyer? Did I read her mind while I was sleeping?"
I ran into Audrey at work. She was in the break room loading the dishwasher. There were a few dishes left to load, so she was effectively trapped with me for at least 10 or 15 seconds.
"Hello!"
"Hi!"
"Audrey, can I ask you a question? ...it won't be about aliens this time."
"Sure!"
"You're still studying at NMU, right?"
"Yeah, one more semester."
"Are you going to be a lawyer by any chance? Or perhaps a public relations person? Anything that involves talking in front of groups?"
"No, I'm going to be a nurse, why...?
"Oh, I had this dream last night you were asking me for advice about law school..."
"Nope, nurse."
"Darn. I was hoping I had psychic powers..."
This was followed by a little bit of awkward and possibly insincere laughter from Audrey, then I went on with my day. Completely normal and not psychic.