Ramblings 13
He touched me! I visited with Linda and grand nephew Riley this weekend. For the first time, of his very own volition, the boy actually touched me with a High Five! I didn’t grab him first or anything. My face has been as absurdly bright as a sunflower ever since.
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He touches me not! I have a client who is an American Muslim. I’ve never met him since all conversations have been via phone. Now he would like me to come to his city for a meeting, but it presents this difficulty: he would never allow me to shake his hand. As a business woman who has managed to break through the issues of working equality, I am unhappy about towing the line with yet another issue. I have asked several people their opinions on how to handle this. Some suggestions:
- Tell him I don’t fly and refuse to go.
- Ignore it. If I don’t make an issue of it, I ‘win” by increasing his comfort level (he is, afterall, the client) and therefore, my profit potential.
- One youngster suggested I should just wave!
Have any opinions you might like to share?
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One of the nicest things about life in a small town can be the newspaper. While your paper’s front page involved death in Iraq or international drought, our lead article the other day was about the new carpeting in the court house.
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The Mister is compiling a dictionary with universal application for care center professionals. Here is a preview:
Call light: Device sometimes noticed by aides rushing to residents who shout for attention
Nurse’s station: Where some of the staff gather to discuss how hard they are working
Semi-private room: A room that is not private
Sittercise: A measurement of how big your butt is
Unidentified liquid: Thin brownish fluid claimed to be coffee
Thickened liquid: What aides collect the day after chili is served
Word game: Explaining to residents that they will be going home
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This is where we water our little people.