Road to Redemption, maybe
The big talk with my boss finally arrived. He called me to his office to "catch-up", a term he uses often for those times when he is about to probe into the time usage habits of his loyal subjects. Are we serving the greater good in every wake moment?
We started of with some routine work chit-chat, how's that project going and what did you think of this interesting patient. The casual clinic talk. After a while when I got up to leave he asked me to shut the door and stay a few more minutes. With sweaty palms and slight arrhythmia I sat down expecting the worse. Will he kick me out? Will this be the end of my American dream?
He started by giving me a glaring look and then went into a short lecture about the Israeli "Cowboy" culture and how he essentially like the free innovative spirit of a free-lancer but this time it went way too far. With frequent use of Western movie terms and the phrase "leaping to the unknown" he basically called me a trigger happy irresponsible fool. As I was sinking deeper into the plush chair a sudden shift of tone arrived. Not all is lost. Then came the "water under the bridge" forgiveness followed by a set of morbid warnings regarding any future overstepping of boundaries. Feeling relieved I started smiling.
It wasn't over. The man had a plan. He always does. Smoothly pulled out of a cabinet a scary pile of papers and told me it's time to test my "way of thinking". Hmmm. I don't even know my way of thinking. "By tonight, make a draft PowerPoint presentation out of these articles". The big boss is going next week to a major international conference and he was asking me to prepare his lecture. Kinda stunned but feeling it's a good sign and a major test I picked up the pages and headed to my cubicle. A few hours later presented him an outline which he loved and 10 hours later, working until 5 in the morning the presentation was ready. Taking a gamble I added in some radical ideas and materials he didn't give me.
With a slight exhausted shake and dark puffy eyes we met again the following morning. He absolutely loved it. More then that, he didn't change a thing! Well, he changed the background color... By noon I already got another major project and the storm clouds receded.
Feeling great and sleep-walking I found my way back home. The crisis is over. Not all is lost.
A cute hunk photo needed to finish this post with a bang. This one if from The Pretty Boys Club. Good night.
We started of with some routine work chit-chat, how's that project going and what did you think of this interesting patient. The casual clinic talk. After a while when I got up to leave he asked me to shut the door and stay a few more minutes. With sweaty palms and slight arrhythmia I sat down expecting the worse. Will he kick me out? Will this be the end of my American dream?
He started by giving me a glaring look and then went into a short lecture about the Israeli "Cowboy" culture and how he essentially like the free innovative spirit of a free-lancer but this time it went way too far. With frequent use of Western movie terms and the phrase "leaping to the unknown" he basically called me a trigger happy irresponsible fool. As I was sinking deeper into the plush chair a sudden shift of tone arrived. Not all is lost. Then came the "water under the bridge" forgiveness followed by a set of morbid warnings regarding any future overstepping of boundaries. Feeling relieved I started smiling.
It wasn't over. The man had a plan. He always does. Smoothly pulled out of a cabinet a scary pile of papers and told me it's time to test my "way of thinking". Hmmm. I don't even know my way of thinking. "By tonight, make a draft PowerPoint presentation out of these articles". The big boss is going next week to a major international conference and he was asking me to prepare his lecture. Kinda stunned but feeling it's a good sign and a major test I picked up the pages and headed to my cubicle. A few hours later presented him an outline which he loved and 10 hours later, working until 5 in the morning the presentation was ready. Taking a gamble I added in some radical ideas and materials he didn't give me.
With a slight exhausted shake and dark puffy eyes we met again the following morning. He absolutely loved it. More then that, he didn't change a thing! Well, he changed the background color... By noon I already got another major project and the storm clouds receded.
Feeling great and sleep-walking I found my way back home. The crisis is over. Not all is lost.
A cute hunk photo needed to finish this post with a bang. This one if from The Pretty Boys Club. Good night.
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