Monday Funday

Most Mondays suck, but once i dragged myself out of bed, 5 minutes of extra snooze due to my ridiculous reunion weekend of drinking a little too much, i made it, and I knew it would a decent day at worst. I had our usual meeting, Boss 2 tried to dominate me, unsuccessfully, because with his surly banter, you just have to give it right back. I had a big new business sales pitch, my first one really, with Barbie and the promotions chick. In the meeting, my boss almost didnt even say a word. I was completely in control. and i killed it. everything i said just made sense to them. i really think they will close, and i actually really think what i am offering them will work. rare for TV station. That was not my highlight.

I forgot to mention the two sales assistants that help us (really work for us) Slangers (sales people). One i will call Jefita (roughly means little boss). She is a single mom, probably about 40-45 years old, little to no "traditional" education beyond high school. But believe you me, she is the most compassionate, and intelligent person in our office. She is my number one fan, and I hers. She is one of the nicest, hardest working people i have ever met. She puts her kids through private high school, and her kids are also equally as hard working and nice.

So, in no other circumstance would physical appearance come into play in this blog, this anecdote calls for it. Jefita is a heavy set women, and her kids are as well.

Today, early in the morning before everyone else gets in, i get a call from Jefita. Mind you, we work in a bull pin. Ever Slangers cubical is rather open, and the assistants are in the middle. you can more or less hear everything that is going on. this is methodically put into effect to breed competition. something i am beginning to fall into since New Dude, or whatever i called him, has come into play.

Jefita is semi whispering to me, so i know she doesnt want everyone to hear this convo, so i do the same. she started asking me in spanish about her daughter, and an essay she needs to write on prejudice. I had to stop her and and tell her to switch to english because i was losing her. she did.

she said, "Austin, you are so smart, and you seem to know everything, do you think my daughter would write a good essay about experiencing prejudice about her being a gordita (not a mean term, literally means a little big in spanish)?"

I went on to explain that i think that would be a great topic, as long as she felt comfortable talking about it, Jefita went on to say she was, and that was the end of the convo.

I was absolutely flabbergasted with flattery form this gesture. I am not that smart, and i am not the best writer, and she could have asked any other Slanger (Account Exec), but to be honest, and to toot my own horn, i think she asked me, because i am the most respectful and considerate to the two assistants. I really like Jefita, and she made my day by thinking i was a "smart" enough guy to pick the topic for her daughter. Little does she know, she is worlds smarter than me in millions of ways, and she could have told her daughter the same thing.

Tomorrow, i am coming down with a really really bad ear infection. I dont think I will be making it into work. **Note, everyone in the office heard me making rumblings about this ear infection. Why did i choose that ailment to be my cover...because you are not supposed to go in the water with that...meaning they wont suspect a surf trip with my Uncle Buck. He and I are playing hooky. Well, me, more than he.