It’s only work, I remind myself, no need to rush. They don’t really need me much, there’s no point to stress.
Seems that I can finally take things somehow easier now.
Executive meeting.
I love them, especially when our corporate president shows up. Everybody’s making jokes, yet they’re a little clumsier than usual. A shade of anxiety is hanging about.
Still, it’s a game. A guy with a salary of millions of dollars plus stock options will share his precious time with mere mortals who make ten times less. Or less. Sharing his time and valuable advise on shit he only knows from a helicopter ride.
He pretends he knows and we pretend we learn and accept his view. Yeah, right, sure.
Oh, how much does it remind me of myself sharing my valuable advise with staff in offices across the continent.
Then, we dine at a Michelin restaurant only to split again, meeting again in a few months. Vienna, Istanbul, Prague, Paris.
Convenient, at least I can take those long night walks on my own, snapping a picture here and there. I’m not asking for more.
Except for a payrise.
