A visit from the President
The “President and CEO” of the U.S. company I work for is visiting today. The building smells of paint – honestly! The painters were in last week, as well as the window cleaners. We had the usual email about wearing appropriate attire and keeping the office tidy – it wouldn’t do to give the impression there was any work going on – and there was another request that made me laugh: “Please ensure there is no preparation of food with strong or spicy odours.” I don’t know why they didn’t give us all the day off, in case we make the place look untidy, or make a smell.
He is due to visit our department at 2pm and, although I only have another seven weeks left to work here, I am looking forward to meeting him. In photos and videos he looks like Superman but with more appropriate attire. Either he is about eight feet tall or else he surrounds himself with very small people. I wonder if you have to put your height on your CV if you apply for a job as CEO in a large company?
Now I can hear scraping noises outside – and a colleague who normally wears overalls, but is wearing a suit today, is breaking up the compacted snow with a spade and removing it from around the visitor parking spaces – and as I watch a buffet is being delivered. No onions, I hope.
Well, 2pm has been and gone, and so has our VIP visitor. He looked older and thinner than he looks on camera – and he also looked eight feet tall, but then his posy were all shorties.
I said to him, “You should come here more often – the place has never looked so clean.” No I didn’t. The poor guy was wearing the glazed expression of someone who is jet-lagged and/or does not wish to engage in conversation, and walked through without saying anything.
I shouldn’t take the mickey. My own home would be so much cleaner if I had visitors more often.