Friday, 15 July 2011

Yea.. I don't do phone calls.


Met the business partner last week.. She's ridiculously gorgeous, really nice, knows exactly what she's doing, but oh so intimidating. I don't even think she's aware of how intimidating she is.. does that stop me from shaking slightly whenever she calls my name? uhh.. na.
Usually goes something like..
'Right, Ok..?'
me: Crap. Crap.. sound confident and competent.. 'Yes?'
'I need you to phone X, ask for their PR team, say where you're from, what we're about, why you're calling and if they'd be interested in sponsoring our fashion week event'
me: Uhh, she wants me to give a pitch, with everyone in the room secretly listening, which is basically a presentation.. stall.. stall.. 'Right. Yep, sure, got it.'

..Some time later...

'So? How are you getting on?' - which reads - why on earth haven't I heard you make that call yet?

I make the call, taking as long as humanly possible to type out each number.. it starts to ring...
I shake a little more.. and ..
Voicemail. You beautiful thing. I've never been so happy to hear that glorious Vodaphone lady.

I didn't get away the whole day without making phone calls in front of everyone, and for the most part it was fine. But..

*Note to self* Whilst introducing yourself on the phone, its best if you DON'T forget the designers name.. especially when said designer is sitting 2 metres away.

No, that wasn't embarrassing at allll..

At the end of the day though business partner lady actually told me I'd done a great job, and she was so glad to have me - praise!! I never expected that - thought it'd be all The Devil Wears Prada and everyone would ignore me unless I did something wrong, in which case I would be shot on the spot..

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