I had a crazy day. On last count, 67 calls and 21 msgs.
Bloody hell, I thought my phone would explode, or then my head would. The broker, the landlady, the internet guy, the man Friday, client 1, friend who fell off auto, dentist, grand mom, client 2, broker, mom, client 3, dentist, another friend, internet guy, landlady, client 1 – aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
At one point I seriously thought about flinging my phone out of the auto. And then when I figured I couldn’t do it, I burst into tears and called my friend and partner. Who immediately called my other friend and partner.
So partner 1 (girl) consulted with partner 2(guy). And then realising what a shit day I’ve been having, and all the running around I’ve been doing, partner 1 dragged me off to get new nail paint before a meeting.
New nail paint? Are you crazy? I grumbled all the way.
The nail paint came on. It looked nice. I stopped grumbling. And felt a little better.
And then, the meeting went fabulously. That could be because I spent more time admiring my feet, than talking. We sealed the deal on some money. And I ended the day feeling far from shit.
So then it proves my theory that:
a. a. I’m a cheap date.
b. b.Sometimes nice nail polish is all it takes.
c. c. My partners are way wiser than me