We had a face to face meeting with the customer this afternoon.
I had totally forgotten the name (and the look) of the person I was to meet. I actually had met her about the same time last year when my colleague from Germany had paid us a visit.
Since then he took another job, last June; she was still not officially aware of who had taken over.
She remembered me… and I, too, not as quickly as she did though.
Not much has changed in a year, except that now I know what I talk about.
Mostly … most of the time.
Which is not bad.
We also met a number of persons I only knew from the name I put on letters I send, or receive from, them.
- Our office is next to our commune kitchen. I said to ladies that had been chatting there without even taking time to breathe that the noise was a bit loud.
- A colleague handed me a document someone else had (finally!! Hallelujah!!) filled up (his first in, what, 6 months he's been repeatedly asked to produce something, anything). To the question if I would scan this one … and the following others I replied: this one alone, I trust even you can understand how a Xerox™ machine works.
Read in a blog about fashion (for men):
“Don't be afraid to part (to get rid) from (of) clothes you don't wear. It won't change, you won't wear them anymore.”:
– the thing you bought on impulse. Who never made that mistake? Admit it and dump it.
– the thing that … changed (not you). Too many laundries maybe, anyway you'll never look good in them, so to the bin.
– the stain you've never been able to clean. Unless you believe in miracles.
Except for the second case which never happened (that is I changed before my clothes did), reading this freed my mind in a way.