Dee On The Desk

Cosmetic Addictions, New Breasts - Part 4

Dee should have immediately responded. Dr. Marty should have changed the subject. Instead, he said, “Tell me more about your work. Give me the pointed two minute pitch that you give to potential clients.”

This was the time that Dee and Dr. Marty were supposed to do all the talking in long, rambling sentences, and frequent, off-topic asides.

They waited.

“You have all of these wonderful ideas,” I said, chilled by the cool draft that Dee brought in. “You know that if others understood your ideas, you’d be running this department, or this division or this company. Other people with silly ideas present them well enough that you’re losing. My skill is to present your ideas with tremendous impact. When you think with the precision that I will require, you ideas get much better. When you assert your value and take full credit for your work, you will get acclaim and recognition. Rapid promotion, higher salaries and bigger bonuses, that’s the game. My costs are incidental.”

Dr. Marty slightly nodded his head. Dee also remained quiet, but did put her hand on my knee. Dr. Marty was watching so I couldn’t shake it off.

“I change the pitch for the different clients. With CEOs, I’ll talk about managing the board especially in the face of adverse business developments. With people who run sales and marketing, I’ll talk about messaging. Of course, they’ll have and advertising firm, so I’ll just point out that it’s best to use us both because advertising is only words until it’s effectively messaged. Usually, I save so much money out of an advertising budget that I pay for myself multiple times over.”

“You describe this writing with the same passion that you described your desk,” Dr. Marty observed. “I imagine it’s very fulfilling?”

“Yeah. I guess so. I’m good at it. It pays the bills.”

“Is that what Dee would say?”

I turned to her. “Yes. And no. She might say that I occasionally get angry. She doesn’t understand even when I try to explain myself.”

“Yes,” Dee said. “He loves that idea of writing at night as if it were a passion. He doesn’t do it much though.”

“Really?” He said. “That sounds like a great moment to write.”

“Tom bought a desk that cost more than a Mercedes. It’s beautiful and all. It’s extravagant even. You should see him care for it. I’ve even seen him caress it. He didn’t know I was looking. I was jealous of furniture.”

Dr. Marty said, “Tom sounds as bad as GTD fanatics with their organizers and calendars and software.”

“He spent, I don’t know, at least a thousand dollars having the clock fixed, and it still doesn’t work.”

At least Dee was talking.

… continued

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Cosmetic Addictions, New Breasts

Part 4: Dee On The Desk
Part 3: Clacking
Part 2: Smell The Writing
Part 1: Detail, Time Square