Speaking of listening to me, if you hear one thing right now hear this: Nancy or Le Schmance (how I personally like to refer to her in the office) is very, very smart. Having attended Berkeley She is much smarter than I actually, which never really bothers me because she always flatters me by calling me a true artist, and I buy it every time. I love flattery but who doesn't? After all I am a "True Artist." Le Schmance from Berkeley said so, and people that go to Berkeley know their stuff. Right? It feels good nonetheless so I just sit back and soak it in.
Back to then point about Le Schmance and her IQ: she does not think giraffes are extinct and got her words mixed up, which I found hilarious with a capital H! She really set herself up for the pterodactyl comment. I saw the horror in her eyes when she realized what she had said but ah too late, caught on camera! This is actually the fun of all this: my big bum in a horrid from behind dress, unretractable comments etc. One must have to have a laugh at the humor here because life in and of itself is one big foible, or we wouldn't all relate to Woody Allen, who is also a fellow Sag, btw. (Oh, not the Soon-Yi part though, that one is a little off my radar, but whatever works for you.)
Back to Nancy, I must say exactly what I love her for is why we have these power plays. I can give Nancy a huge job to project manage, and, because she is a grown woman with years of experience from the best of firms, it gets done. But -- can I be the boss for a second here? Can someone please just do what I want and put the bed where I want it? We all know the answer to that: NO. It is like I left money in my will, and people are spending it before I am dead. I am alive and well and standing next to you on the install.
I would have left Nancy's bed choice. I was so out of time, and it was not actually bad there either -- but then Nancy would have WON! We can't have that or the game wouldn't be interesting now would it?