Today I had to give a presentation I was utterly dreading. As I suspected they might be, the audience was a pack of wild wolves. They tore me apart, asking really aggressive and tricky questions – in front of my new CEO. Boo hoo. I felt like leaning over the lectern and screaming, “Stop taking your jobs so personally! Stop making me look bad!” There was one guy at the back who was getting very angry and he scowled at me the whole time I was talking, building up to his outburst of righteous indignation. Then at the end when a few carcasses had been thrown to the crowd and they finally settled down to gnawing on some bloodied bones, I said, “Well, thanks for giving me that workout. Glad I rolled on an extra layer of Mitchum this morning,” and he let out this really hearty guffaw.
Hey, thanks for coming!
(I didn’t really roll on an extra layer of Mitchum this morning. I got a sweat up answering some of those questions. I kind of stink.)
2 comments:
I bet the greystane dicks asking all the questions and proferring no reasonable solutions were all public sector economists. Either that, or the fuzz.
What's the temperature where you are these days? It's spring isn't it? Maybe you should buy a new outfit. (You know, to replace the one that you sweated in?)
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