a child at heart
Saturday, December 06, 2008 (1:55 PM)
*names have been changed to protect the actual parties
some time ago, i was having a meeting with one of our clients. let's call her lippy*. the first time i met her was some months ago at their office somewhere in the city. before we met, the image of her was pretty intimidating. how she was so strict with our work.
a few months after that first meeting, though my impression of her grew better, it still felt like she was the serious adult who is always prim and proper. after all, she's already a mother and parents always have this same image - no games and don't try to be funny.
but during that particular meeting a few weeks ago, i noticed something different. the meeting was pretty much a drag. it took quite a while to end and towards the closure, i noticed her scribbling something on her notepad. i glanced over and saw her drawing her name on it like a restless school kid who can't wait for the class to end. she was literally decorating the individual letters that spelt lippy*.
it made me realise, in spite of the managerial position she holds, there's a child hidden somewhere inside her.
now i feel more comfortable talking to her. i'm better with children.