I’m working today from CasaMinimus. The Global Nerve Center doesn’t need my presence for anything and my couch is inviting. I should be completely recharged after my lazy Thanksgiving replenishment and I was-but my give and take for five hours with an Israeli biotech client yesterday left me spent. As my paternal grandfather would say though…it’s a “good tired”-the kind of fatigue resultant from doing good work. In his case it was operating the family farm. In my case it’s peddling …whatever.
Saturday afternoon...I wrote this post earlier in the week but it got pushed by other more pressing irrelevance. I hope that everyone is having a great weekend.
Now on to a similar sentiment regarding slippers. You are gonna have to Man Up and then some. Unlike Belgians that when confronted with confidence will settle down and become compliant, slippers must be slapped a few times just to let them know you mean business. If you think Belgians can smell fear a mile away, slippers can suss out even the most trace elements of fear so fast it’ll make your head spin. And the consequences are much more severe.
While Belgians will simply giggle at you, causing you to become a bit nervous and self conscious, slippers will howl, cackle, hoot, cat-call at you and seriously…they’ll summons some good ole boy to come over and just whip your ascot. This slipper business is not for the faint of heart or the sexually ambiguous. On second thought, they may be just the thing for guys who haven’t yet sorted themselves out.