In certain circles, possibly after a few drinks, I’ll tell you the story of the call I took with a very, very senior executive. The call lasted for half an hour. I took it completely nude, standing in the bathroom, the shower I had just gotten out of running behind me. I stayed in the bathroom for the duration of the call. I was realizing that I hadn’t brought the towels up from the laundry when my phone rang. So. Nude it was.
In certain circles, I’ll point out that the call yielded a quarter of a million dollars in work for my team. The client never knew. I’ve never told him. It’s a funny story, mostly because if you know me you can see how I did it and how strange it felt and how perfectly capable I am of compartmentalizing the fact I am nude in my bathroom and still talking about my professional skills. The fact that I was on medical leave in 2014 was immaterial.
All of this to say that I was getting dressed this morning, about 10 minutes before 8 am. My phone rang and I answered it. I carried on a call about a project plan with my bra half on.
These men. They wonder why I have a hard time meeting their eyes sometimes.
Don’t answer your phone.
I should learn this.