He interviewed her for a job and found her as his soulmate.
The actual events
Miss J was scheduled for an interview on May 3rd 2007 with Mr. P. She was in her sure-fire-sexy-intellectual-give-her-a-job outfit and 4-inch Aldo shoes; dressed to impress. But boy did things get off on the wrong foot.
He stood her up.
(Mr. P, to this day, insists that it was an honest mistake - he was in the midst of moving apartments and his schedule got mixed up. Oh and he says that was the one and only interview he has ever missed.)
They finally met the next day and sparks (not the good kind) flew. Miss J was still annoyed with the lack of professionalism exhibited by this man and could not be arsed to pull together a charming-good-for-interview-personality. Plus she gets grouchy when she is hungry and she was extremely hungry having not had breakfast that day. The tension in the room could cut glass.
Mr. P: Let's say this manual, procedural part makes up 70% of your day, would you consider the job?
Miss J: No. (Silence, no explanation, no nothing but wondering if he shapes his eyebrows. They are too perfect she had thought to herself.)
Mr. P: (Laughing inwardly, he thought she was hysterical)
She was at her assertive best and unbeknownst to her then, he likes strong people. He offered her the job two hours later, and she had the weekend to consider the proposition.
Monday morning over coffee with her recruitment consultant, she expressed her desire for another meeting with Mr. P to iron out details of the role (no agenda, at least none that she was concious of). The next day, they met again with Miss J back to personable and attractive self. (Cutting out the boring lunch meeting details) he invited her to drinks that night with 'The Team'.
"I doubt I can make. We usually don't finish P&L till nine at least," she said.
"Here's my mobile," he replied, handing her his namecard with a roughly scribbled number. "Give us a call when you are done, we could still be out."
She thanked him and left, brushing off the invitation mentally.
Seven o’clock rolled around and Miss J discovered there was only India left to sign off. Could it be that the stars have aligned just so she could meet her future team for drinks? After eight consecutive days (monthend) of pulling near twelve-hour shifts at work, she was done with work at half seven on this fateful Tuesday evening!
Throwing all caution out the window, she decided to ring Mr. P up. This is HK after all, there are no rules.
“Good to hear from you, come by to The Pub,” the voice on the other end said. “We are sitting outside.”
As she walked along Chater Road to her destination, she mumbled to herself, “Why the hell did I phone?” Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she crossed the street and walked towards Mr. P.
Mr. P looked up as Miss J was crossing the road towards them in her flowy silk blend classic shift dress and was captivated by her beauty. “Wow,” he thought. “She is hot.” (In Mr. P's own words: he then proceed to sneak peeps at her boobies down her scooped neckline all night.)
Turns out, ‘The Team’ was only Mr. P and another colleague, KC (who incidentally became my manager when he left the firm).
Some time later, KC had to go home to her fiancé and against my better judgment I carried on with Mr. P boozing till the wee hours of the night (she got home at 4am).
Having been emboldened by the amount of alcohol she had imbibed, Miss J demanded that he gave her a week off so that she ‘could do New York”.
“I’ll take you.”
“You’re drunk but okay.”
A month to the day, they got on a Virgin Atlantic flight on route to New York – London – Ireland. The rest as they say is history.
The actual events
Miss J was scheduled for an interview on May 3rd 2007 with Mr. P. She was in her sure-fire-sexy-intellectual-give-her-a-job outfit and 4-inch Aldo shoes; dressed to impress. But boy did things get off on the wrong foot.
He stood her up.
(Mr. P, to this day, insists that it was an honest mistake - he was in the midst of moving apartments and his schedule got mixed up. Oh and he says that was the one and only interview he has ever missed.)
They finally met the next day and sparks (not the good kind) flew. Miss J was still annoyed with the lack of professionalism exhibited by this man and could not be arsed to pull together a charming-good-for-interview-personality. Plus she gets grouchy when she is hungry and she was extremely hungry having not had breakfast that day. The tension in the room could cut glass.
Mr. P: Let's say this manual, procedural part makes up 70% of your day, would you consider the job?
Miss J: No. (Silence, no explanation, no nothing but wondering if he shapes his eyebrows. They are too perfect she had thought to herself.)
Mr. P: (Laughing inwardly, he thought she was hysterical)
She was at her assertive best and unbeknownst to her then, he likes strong people. He offered her the job two hours later, and she had the weekend to consider the proposition.
Monday morning over coffee with her recruitment consultant, she expressed her desire for another meeting with Mr. P to iron out details of the role (no agenda, at least none that she was concious of). The next day, they met again with Miss J back to personable and attractive self. (Cutting out the boring lunch meeting details) he invited her to drinks that night with 'The Team'.
"I doubt I can make. We usually don't finish P&L till nine at least," she said.
"Here's my mobile," he replied, handing her his namecard with a roughly scribbled number. "Give us a call when you are done, we could still be out."
She thanked him and left, brushing off the invitation mentally.
Seven o’clock rolled around and Miss J discovered there was only India left to sign off. Could it be that the stars have aligned just so she could meet her future team for drinks? After eight consecutive days (monthend) of pulling near twelve-hour shifts at work, she was done with work at half seven on this fateful Tuesday evening!
Throwing all caution out the window, she decided to ring Mr. P up. This is HK after all, there are no rules.
“Good to hear from you, come by to The Pub,” the voice on the other end said. “We are sitting outside.”
As she walked along Chater Road to her destination, she mumbled to herself, “Why the hell did I phone?” Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she crossed the street and walked towards Mr. P.
Mr. P looked up as Miss J was crossing the road towards them in her flowy silk blend classic shift dress and was captivated by her beauty. “Wow,” he thought. “She is hot.” (In Mr. P's own words: he then proceed to sneak peeps at her boobies down her scooped neckline all night.)
Turns out, ‘The Team’ was only Mr. P and another colleague, KC (who incidentally became my manager when he left the firm).
Some time later, KC had to go home to her fiancé and against my better judgment I carried on with Mr. P boozing till the wee hours of the night (she got home at 4am).
Having been emboldened by the amount of alcohol she had imbibed, Miss J demanded that he gave her a week off so that she ‘could do New York”.
“I’ll take you.”
“You’re drunk but okay.”
A month to the day, they got on a Virgin Atlantic flight on route to New York – London – Ireland. The rest as they say is history.
1 comment:
OMG! I can sniff romance, love and happiness all in one entry! :)
You know I miss your writing! And Jess has obviously taken a different style altogther
*fan* of yours... xxx
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