23 Feb 2009
11:15 am
A lot has happened since Mr. Man walked past my office last week and sent me scurrying home, laptop in hand (physical distance being my chastity belt of choice). For one thing, I channeled all of that pent up sexual tension into a presentation that I worked on all weekend*, pausing only for the Oscars (which by the way, looked like a wedding expo at the friggin Javits Center, I mean seriously—did they ALL need to wear cream/white/ivory/snore?). So anyway, I made my presentation this morning, and let me tell you, It felt like a total home run! I noted no executive watch checking, and nary a sigh or squirm. I know!
The
pres was all about how even though shopping is down (understatement of
the year) I predict that accessories will weather the storm better than
other categories. My premise is that women will be looking for new ways
to make the things they already own look new and fresh.
I did a short and sweet power point situation. Bring me my nerd trophy because I totally dug making it. Anyway,
corporate seemed to like it because afterward Claire pulled me aside
and said that she was proud. From Claire, who on a good day is a total
ice cube, it might as well have been a French kiss. She also said that she thinks I should give it again for marketing, and then the big boss in the next few weeks. Holy crap!
How ya like me now, recession?
*
And also by having sex with Mr. Fixer who may or may not be my
boyfriend. He says yes. I say, if you're not getting on my nerves yet,
you're not my boyfriend.
