tiny memory
The other day, Mohammed and I were having a super serious meeting regarding the technical and financial closing-off of nightmare project. It could have gone worse and we were all making an effort to be charming, clean-cut and polite to the two bureaucrats we were dealing with as they had a lot of tough questions.
The wind blew our meeting room door shut and when Mohammed tried to open it, because it sticks a bit and there is no door handle, just some holes, and he couldn't manage. He is small and slight. Then I marched over and yanked at it and it came unstuck. I said: 'and THAT'S why I'm the boss'.
A pathetic joke but it was a tense meeting and everybody giggled and it broke the ice. As Mohammed and I walked through to get some papers, I could hear both men agreeing in this sort of considered tone: 'yes, she's stronger than him...'
Poor Mohammed just had to suck it up. To be fair, he was brilliant in that meeting. He's brilliant at everything. Except opening jammed doors.
The wind blew our meeting room door shut and when Mohammed tried to open it, because it sticks a bit and there is no door handle, just some holes, and he couldn't manage. He is small and slight. Then I marched over and yanked at it and it came unstuck. I said: 'and THAT'S why I'm the boss'.
A pathetic joke but it was a tense meeting and everybody giggled and it broke the ice. As Mohammed and I walked through to get some papers, I could hear both men agreeing in this sort of considered tone: 'yes, she's stronger than him...'
Poor Mohammed just had to suck it up. To be fair, he was brilliant in that meeting. He's brilliant at everything. Except opening jammed doors.