Hello High Heelers
What a day I have had. I’m still trying to catch my breath! (Well in between hiding from my boss, Natalie Maroun.) Why am I hiding? Well, I kind of, sort of, made Natalie play PA for me this morning – very unintentionally, believe me! Natalie’s the kind of natural-born leader that, should she have ever become a PA for some inexplicable reason, she would have had her manager whipped into shape and working effectively for her. Since she’s busy enough to justify having 3 assistants, her response to my transforming her into my PA, has not been very positive. And you all know by now, Natalie is unbelievably scary when she’s angry. Today she’s livid. Fuzzwucket!
Luckily for me, Natalie wears a very distinct perfume and has her unique swagger that sounds off a very specific ‘clickity-clack’ of heel against the floor (in addition, you can just hear the tap of quality heels above all others). So I’ve had a few warning signals to help me stay ‘on the run’ as long as I need to. I have transformed into an animal in the wild, using my highly-tuned senses to stay alive/employed. Clever me!
I have hidden behind people, with my head in my laptop, behind our office pillars and in the bathroom. Our office doesn’t have any plants, so I’ve had to be very creative with hiding spots. I even vanished to Woolworths for a while (they have some great new Christmas decorations BTW). And of course, while in Woolworths, Natalie had to phone me for some information that she needed (I think it just fuelled her frustration more, even though she spoke kindly to me).
The reality is – I am going to have to face her at some point. I’m going to have to put my ‘big girl heels’ on, walk confidently into her office and apologise for my faux pas. Alternatively, I could just leave it and risk ‘death by flying Prada.’ Hmmmm. In all fairness, I must not exaggerate too much – Natalie would never actually kill me. She would never risk prison, a life of ugly overalls and flat shoes – or getting blood on her Pradas. So I’m fairly safe in terms of remaining alive. I just need to worry about the employment side of things.
High Heelers, facing up to your mistakes is one of the hardest things to do. This is a lesson that I learn over and over again. I seem to get at least 5 refresher courses every year. Do not cover your mistakes – they will just start to rot and stink. Admit them, learn the lesson, take the punishment and move on. The worst thing we can ever do is lie to cover an unintentional error. When the lie is discovered (and it always is) you will then have to not only explain what you did – but also why you lied about it. That’s how you completely break people’s trust in you. It’s just not worth it. Ever.
Right – so I’m off to face the music now (and yes, shrieking is indeed a form of music). Wish me luck... On second thoughts, I’ll wait till tomorrow, Natalie should be calmer and happier after a good night’s sleep. Well – I can only hope...
Have a great week High Heelers, I hope to be around to tell you more tall tales next week.
Cheers,
Jo
What a day I have had. I’m still trying to catch my breath! (Well in between hiding from my boss, Natalie Maroun.) Why am I hiding? Well, I kind of, sort of, made Natalie play PA for me this morning – very unintentionally, believe me! Natalie’s the kind of natural-born leader that, should she have ever become a PA for some inexplicable reason, she would have had her manager whipped into shape and working effectively for her. Since she’s busy enough to justify having 3 assistants, her response to my transforming her into my PA, has not been very positive. And you all know by now, Natalie is unbelievably scary when she’s angry. Today she’s livid. Fuzzwucket!
Luckily for me, Natalie wears a very distinct perfume and has her unique swagger that sounds off a very specific ‘clickity-clack’ of heel against the floor (in addition, you can just hear the tap of quality heels above all others). So I’ve had a few warning signals to help me stay ‘on the run’ as long as I need to. I have transformed into an animal in the wild, using my highly-tuned senses to stay alive/employed. Clever me!
I have hidden behind people, with my head in my laptop, behind our office pillars and in the bathroom. Our office doesn’t have any plants, so I’ve had to be very creative with hiding spots. I even vanished to Woolworths for a while (they have some great new Christmas decorations BTW). And of course, while in Woolworths, Natalie had to phone me for some information that she needed (I think it just fuelled her frustration more, even though she spoke kindly to me).
The reality is – I am going to have to face her at some point. I’m going to have to put my ‘big girl heels’ on, walk confidently into her office and apologise for my faux pas. Alternatively, I could just leave it and risk ‘death by flying Prada.’ Hmmmm. In all fairness, I must not exaggerate too much – Natalie would never actually kill me. She would never risk prison, a life of ugly overalls and flat shoes – or getting blood on her Pradas. So I’m fairly safe in terms of remaining alive. I just need to worry about the employment side of things.
High Heelers, facing up to your mistakes is one of the hardest things to do. This is a lesson that I learn over and over again. I seem to get at least 5 refresher courses every year. Do not cover your mistakes – they will just start to rot and stink. Admit them, learn the lesson, take the punishment and move on. The worst thing we can ever do is lie to cover an unintentional error. When the lie is discovered (and it always is) you will then have to not only explain what you did – but also why you lied about it. That’s how you completely break people’s trust in you. It’s just not worth it. Ever.
Right – so I’m off to face the music now (and yes, shrieking is indeed a form of music). Wish me luck... On second thoughts, I’ll wait till tomorrow, Natalie should be calmer and happier after a good night’s sleep. Well – I can only hope...
Have a great week High Heelers, I hope to be around to tell you more tall tales next week.
Cheers,
Jo
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