I hate to bore you with my overly exciting life, but I spent close to seven hours in meetings yesterday. By the end of the day my brain felt fried … kind of like that feeling you get after taking the SAT test in high school or back-to-back finals in college. I texted one of my friends as soon as I was done and the text said, "Seven Hours – Need Alcohol!" I figured that about summed it up.
Usually I don’t provide follow-ups to previous posts, but in this case I will. Primarily because there are no thinking brain cells left in my head to write about anything else. Of course, because the meetings were in regard to an ongoing legal case, I can’t share any of the oh-so-exciting details. However, I can tell you this. I looked hot! Yup – I looked hot and I am quite proud of that. I am a jeans and Gap t-shirt kind of girl, but not yesterday. I was all gee-whiz and spiffed up. I was very, very professional looking – as I used to be every day when I was back in my Fortune 500 managerial days. Professional, but this time plus cleavage.
I couldn’t leave the cleavage home when I was going to be in meetings with four men all day. Two of them wanted to run me into the ground. The whole point of bringing the cleavage with me was to distract them a little at JUST THE RIGHT MOMENT! Mind you, it was just the right amount of cleavage; not too much and not too little. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think women should stoop to using their sexuality. Not most of the time anyway. But in this case – yes, it was a very good idea.
Did Mr. Pitbull interrogator REALLY think I needed to get that microscopic piece of lint off of my breast right then when he asked me THAT question? He seemed to lose all train of thought because when I asked him if he could please repeat the question he had to look at his notes to remember if he had even asked a question. That gave me just the time I needed to form the perfect response. And that time when I had to rearrange the pillow just perfectly under my breasts so it would support my bad arm properly? Well, it really worked out just perfectly.
There is not a whole lot of other interesting details I can share. Except that as I have gone through this whole legal process, the opposing side has seemed to have some strange preoccupation with my sex life. Question upon question about a topic that in my non-legal opinion is a) none of their business and b) has pretty much nothing to do with the case. I think maybe they are just pervs. I picture some perv-man sitting in a room by himself all day trying to come up with all sorts of sexual questions to make me feel uncomfortable. Is that a legal strategy? Make someone feel so uncomfortable that they give up? It wouldn’t surprise me. I figure if they can do that, then it is not such a big deal if I happen to bring the cleavage along to meetings.