Okay, so the client I don't like - remember, the fast talker?
He's scared of me.
Let me write this again. He's scared... of ME.
I couldn't believe this when they told me. Yes I don't like him, BUT - I've only ever had to deal with him personally twice and I was nothing but nice.
So apparently he thinks I don't like him (I don't, but I don't think I showed it) and he's scared of me.
It's a good thing my boss thought this was hysterical.
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Oh, if only I could get video of Samson (the half chihuahua-half beagle) trying to run on the wooden floors in circles. It's all he can do to keep his hind legs from sliding out from under him. It's hysterical.
Labels: agency life, dogs
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Oh, no. You don't have that disease where you can't hide your emotions, do you? 'Cause that sucks in business, global summits, and poker.
I don't think I do... this news is rather troubling to me. I didn't think he "knew" I didn't like him.
I gotta practice my game face or something.
Maybe he reads your blog!
That's not funny! :p
I don't think he reads it... he couldn't. Now I'm paranoid. ;)