Presentations and Purple Hair
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mallorys_cameraOn the spur of the moment, the right Reverend Cal moved up our presentation.
To yesterday.
He gave us exactly one hour to prepare for it. Fortunately, I was able to get all the support materials -- PowerPoint presentation slides and notes, 50-page business plan, prototype comic book and supporting news articles -- printed off and dossier-ed. Unfortunately, it was my weekly go-to-work-dressed-as-a-slut day. (It's little traditions like this that make working for eight hours in an ugly cubicle under fluorescent lights bearable.) So I delivered the presentation sitting down.
The right Reverend Cal is a tall, skinny man who wears spiffy suits and a fedora. He's the only human I've ever met with nictitating membranes. I mean, possibly no one else sees that third eyelid opening and shutting, but I certainly do. That makes him impossible to read.
I annoy him. He's one of those people who's in love with the drone of his own voice, but since I'm working here under a federal grant and he can't fire me even if he wants to, I don't give a shit. I kept interrupting him, and he kept glaring at me and snorting, "Let me finish what I was saying, please." Sometimes I did, and sometimes I continued talking over him. At the end of the presentation, I got all the deliverables I was asking for including the comic book print run $$$$, so maybe he finds people interrupting him to be a novel and entertaining experience.
He fixed me with his hooded eyes as we stood to leave the conference room. "You have an amazingly creative approach to business. Very creative ideas. Light years ahead of your predecessors. Don't get me wrong -- they were good people, and they tried to do good work. But they were frequently frustrated."
I shrugged. "There's no guarantee we'll be able to pull this off. But the program was not working at all the way it was set up. And at least now, we have a more differentiated target demographic and a way to generate a sustainable operating budget if the Kickstarter campaign works."
In other news, I dyed my hair purple. Not grape popsicle purple. More a kind of ripe Cabernet grape violet. I really like it!
To yesterday.
He gave us exactly one hour to prepare for it. Fortunately, I was able to get all the support materials -- PowerPoint presentation slides and notes, 50-page business plan, prototype comic book and supporting news articles -- printed off and dossier-ed. Unfortunately, it was my weekly go-to-work-dressed-as-a-slut day. (It's little traditions like this that make working for eight hours in an ugly cubicle under fluorescent lights bearable.) So I delivered the presentation sitting down.
The right Reverend Cal is a tall, skinny man who wears spiffy suits and a fedora. He's the only human I've ever met with nictitating membranes. I mean, possibly no one else sees that third eyelid opening and shutting, but I certainly do. That makes him impossible to read.
I annoy him. He's one of those people who's in love with the drone of his own voice, but since I'm working here under a federal grant and he can't fire me even if he wants to, I don't give a shit. I kept interrupting him, and he kept glaring at me and snorting, "Let me finish what I was saying, please." Sometimes I did, and sometimes I continued talking over him. At the end of the presentation, I got all the deliverables I was asking for including the comic book print run $$$$, so maybe he finds people interrupting him to be a novel and entertaining experience.
He fixed me with his hooded eyes as we stood to leave the conference room. "You have an amazingly creative approach to business. Very creative ideas. Light years ahead of your predecessors. Don't get me wrong -- they were good people, and they tried to do good work. But they were frequently frustrated."
I shrugged. "There's no guarantee we'll be able to pull this off. But the program was not working at all the way it was set up. And at least now, we have a more differentiated target demographic and a way to generate a sustainable operating budget if the Kickstarter campaign works."
In other news, I dyed my hair purple. Not grape popsicle purple. More a kind of ripe Cabernet grape violet. I really like it!
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Date: 2013-11-18 12:05 am (UTC)Really, it's quite attractive.