comes through my phone.
And this is yet another thing that's changed over the last few days. Jason keeping tabs on me at work via text, and I'm not exactly sure of what to make of it. I know he's my mentor, but he's not my boss, and he's been insinuating himself into my business lately as if he is.
Jason: Hey, where are you?
Me: With a client.
Jason: What client?
Me: Saint Stevenson
Jason: Was there a meeting booked on the schedule with him?
In our office we use a shared online calendar that keeps everyone aware of what client meetings we have. We do this to keep things transparent, and so that management can see that we're checking in periodically on our clients.
Me: No, we just have a last minute appointment with a car dealer. Not really worth putting on the calendar.
Jason: Oh ok. The kid wants a new toy, huh? Lol.
While I know their first meeting wasn't the best, there's something about Jason's condescending comment that rubs me the wrong way. I guess I'm a little overprotective of my clients regardless of who they are. I feel like I can talk about Saint in a disparaging way all day if I want, but I'd rather nobody else did. I'm funny like that.
Me: No, he's buying something practical. I'll tell you about it later.
Jason: Look forward to it.
I stare at my cell phone going over that conversation in my mind repeatedly until my trance is broken with a question.
"I suppose that was your not interested co-worker again?" Saint asks.
"You don't know how wrong you are about that. He's so not interested in me, and yes that was him."
"You've known him for a long time right?"
"Yes, a couple of years. Why?"
"And this is the first time he's taken a serious interest in your work, right?"
"Yes, but I also didn't have you as a client."
"Exactly my point. Did you tell him you were with me?"
"Yes I told him."
"Ha! I bet he's in his office with the door shut, pacing back and forth, totally fuming. Wanting to kick me in the nuts."
"You seem to like to bet on a lot of things. You were trying to make a hundred dollar bet with me over Jason when we first met. Do you have a gambling problem that I need to be aware of?"
"I try to only gamble on sure things nowadays." He grins.
"Nothing in life is a sure thing."
"Some things definitely are," his voice rumbles. "At least I hope so."
I'm going to choose to ignore the way his suggestive comment makes me feel in between my legs.
Wet.
"So tell me, which of these cars are you thinking about purchasing?" I ask while looking around the showroom a little confused. Most of my clients like to buy higher end cars like Mercedes or BMWs. This is a mid-priced dealership.
"Which one do you like?" he asks my opinion about two different pick up trucks.
"Neither of them. If I had a car, I'd be more inclined to purchase a more environmentally friendly one. Not either of these gas guzzlers."
"I appreciate how you care about global warming, but can I make a case for wanting something just for the sheer beauty of it. I think that's important too."
"Maybe."
"Do you like flowers? Art?"
"Sure."
"Those are all things to admire and enjoy for their beauty, right?"
"Yes, but a bouquet of wild flowers isn't going to cost me a year's salary."
"If you don't make more than what one of these trucks costs, then you may be in the wrong line of work."
"You're so clueless."
"I get it. I get it. What you're saying is that you can appreciate something for its beauty but within reason. There are limits."
He has a way of making me sound so ridiculously boring.
"Let me go find us a sales representative to help us. I'm surprised they haven't met us at the door seeing that you are one of the most recognizable faces in this city." As well as the fact that I called ahead of time.
"New York is different than the rest of the country. Everyone here tries to pretend that they aren't starstruck, so they pretty much leave me alone. It's everywhere else in the country where I'm stuck signing autographs for
And this is yet another thing that's changed over the last few days. Jason keeping tabs on me at work via text, and I'm not exactly sure of what to make of it. I know he's my mentor, but he's not my boss, and he's been insinuating himself into my business lately as if he is.
Jason: Hey, where are you?
Me: With a client.
Jason: What client?
Me: Saint Stevenson
Jason: Was there a meeting booked on the schedule with him?
In our office we use a shared online calendar that keeps everyone aware of what client meetings we have. We do this to keep things transparent, and so that management can see that we're checking in periodically on our clients.
Me: No, we just have a last minute appointment with a car dealer. Not really worth putting on the calendar.
Jason: Oh ok. The kid wants a new toy, huh? Lol.
While I know their first meeting wasn't the best, there's something about Jason's condescending comment that rubs me the wrong way. I guess I'm a little overprotective of my clients regardless of who they are. I feel like I can talk about Saint in a disparaging way all day if I want, but I'd rather nobody else did. I'm funny like that.
Me: No, he's buying something practical. I'll tell you about it later.
Jason: Look forward to it.
I stare at my cell phone going over that conversation in my mind repeatedly until my trance is broken with a question.
"I suppose that was your not interested co-worker again?" Saint asks.
"You don't know how wrong you are about that. He's so not interested in me, and yes that was him."
"You've known him for a long time right?"
"Yes, a couple of years. Why?"
"And this is the first time he's taken a serious interest in your work, right?"
"Yes, but I also didn't have you as a client."
"Exactly my point. Did you tell him you were with me?"
"Yes I told him."
"Ha! I bet he's in his office with the door shut, pacing back and forth, totally fuming. Wanting to kick me in the nuts."
"You seem to like to bet on a lot of things. You were trying to make a hundred dollar bet with me over Jason when we first met. Do you have a gambling problem that I need to be aware of?"
"I try to only gamble on sure things nowadays." He grins.
"Nothing in life is a sure thing."
"Some things definitely are," his voice rumbles. "At least I hope so."
I'm going to choose to ignore the way his suggestive comment makes me feel in between my legs.
Wet.
"So tell me, which of these cars are you thinking about purchasing?" I ask while looking around the showroom a little confused. Most of my clients like to buy higher end cars like Mercedes or BMWs. This is a mid-priced dealership.
"Which one do you like?" he asks my opinion about two different pick up trucks.
"Neither of them. If I had a car, I'd be more inclined to purchase a more environmentally friendly one. Not either of these gas guzzlers."
"I appreciate how you care about global warming, but can I make a case for wanting something just for the sheer beauty of it. I think that's important too."
"Maybe."
"Do you like flowers? Art?"
"Sure."
"Those are all things to admire and enjoy for their beauty, right?"
"Yes, but a bouquet of wild flowers isn't going to cost me a year's salary."
"If you don't make more than what one of these trucks costs, then you may be in the wrong line of work."
"You're so clueless."
"I get it. I get it. What you're saying is that you can appreciate something for its beauty but within reason. There are limits."
He has a way of making me sound so ridiculously boring.
"Let me go find us a sales representative to help us. I'm surprised they haven't met us at the door seeing that you are one of the most recognizable faces in this city." As well as the fact that I called ahead of time.
"New York is different than the rest of the country. Everyone here tries to pretend that they aren't starstruck, so they pretty much leave me alone. It's everywhere else in the country where I'm stuck signing autographs for
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