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I'm a nervous wreck. I just found out that I'll be flying solor on the presentation I have scheduled today. There's a good reason for it, at least. My boss was scheduled to go with me, but a minor surgery his wife had Friday suddenly mushroomed into a very big deal. They were supposed to do something with a tendon in the shoulder area, and apparently damaged a nerve in the process. It's not life-threatening, but it is, otherwise, a major problem. She's in a lot of pain, he said, and since I know from other conversations that his wife is a paramedic, obviously if she has restricted or no movement or control or whatever the nerve damage is causing, she's not going to be able to function as a paramedic. Of course I told him to focus on that, not worry about me, I can handle it.
Have I mentioned that I'm kind of getting terrified about the hospitals in this city? Not only based on my experience and Tommy's, but on other stories I've heard, too, like the one above.
Ah, didn't realize I hadn't hit the button to post this. Apparently the lady I was to meet didn't catch the name of my company, so, almost as soon as we sat down she was like, "Oh no! I'm SO sorry, but are already a client!" Oh well. If I was prepared enough for this meeting and didn't have it, really, I suspect I'll be even more prepared the next time it happens!
On the way home I decided I wanted Chick-fil-a, so I stopped at the mall. It has the only Chik-fil-a reasonably close to our house. While I was waiting a lady said she loved my jacket and wondered if it was vintage. I told her it was and we had a brief but fun conversation about vintage clothing and jewelry (because she noticed the jewelry after I had answered her question about the jacket. That kind of made my day. :o)
I just read this quote: "It was true glamour, not just the clothes and the jewels but that feeling that glamour can produce in you, which is like a dream." I second that! I know a lot of people think I'm into fashion, but the truth is that it's glamour that I love. Part of me feels very adult when I'm all tarted up, but another part of me feels as though I'm playing dress-up!
Have I mentioned that I'm kind of getting terrified about the hospitals in this city? Not only based on my experience and Tommy's, but on other stories I've heard, too, like the one above.
Ah, didn't realize I hadn't hit the button to post this. Apparently the lady I was to meet didn't catch the name of my company, so, almost as soon as we sat down she was like, "Oh no! I'm SO sorry, but are already a client!" Oh well. If I was prepared enough for this meeting and didn't have it, really, I suspect I'll be even more prepared the next time it happens!
On the way home I decided I wanted Chick-fil-a, so I stopped at the mall. It has the only Chik-fil-a reasonably close to our house. While I was waiting a lady said she loved my jacket and wondered if it was vintage. I told her it was and we had a brief but fun conversation about vintage clothing and jewelry (because she noticed the jewelry after I had answered her question about the jacket. That kind of made my day. :o)
I just read this quote: "It was true glamour, not just the clothes and the jewels but that feeling that glamour can produce in you, which is like a dream." I second that! I know a lot of people think I'm into fashion, but the truth is that it's glamour that I love. Part of me feels very adult when I'm all tarted up, but another part of me feels as though I'm playing dress-up!