tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11056311.post113326935566823308..comments2023-10-21T14:58:48.190+01:00Comments on The leap inside: One of those daysMark Shanahanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06582169025678103551noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11056311.post-1133865324294253322005-12-06T10:35:00.000+00:002005-12-06T10:35:00.000+00:00I thought it was just me!I once travelled to Londo...I thought it was just me!<BR/><BR/>I once travelled to London the night before an important meeting and had that nagging, "I've forgotten something" feeling that seems to accompany me on just about every business trip I do now.<BR/><BR/>I should have paid more attention - I had forgotten to pack any trousers! All I had was the rather scruffy jeans I was wearing.<BR/><BR/>Not good! <BR/><BR/>Luckily, a late night trip to the 24-hour Docklands Asda unearthed a rather tight fitting (no they didn't have my size) pair of black trousers that saved the day.<BR/><BR/>I'd like to think I learned a lesson that day, but I doubt it!<BR/><BR/>SteveAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11056311.post-1133402234079193312005-12-01T01:57:00.000+00:002005-12-01T01:57:00.000+00:00Oh Mark,I SOOOO feel the pain of wearing mis-match...Oh Mark,<BR/><BR/>I SOOOO feel the pain of wearing mis-matched suits.<BR/><BR/>I lived in Reading for a few years and one day had a very important meeting with a woman at IBM in (I think) Uxbridge.<BR/><BR/>Not wishing to wake my sleeping girlfriend, I dressed in the dark, headed off in the jam jar to the meeting and was duly met at Reception.<BR/><BR/>Taken on a tour of the woman's fiefdom, I couldn't help but notice the stares of her colleagues. Prolonged stares, incredulous looks at me as if I was an idiot. <BR/><BR/>Sitting in a meeting with her and her boss, attempting to sound credible, I looked down and realised I had put on a dark blue pinstripe double-breasted jacket and dark grey trousers.<BR/><BR/>I felt a complete and utter idiot.<BR/><BR/>At lunch I wandered over to the massive canteen in just trouser, shirt and tie, leaving my jacket in the woman's office. It was mid-winter. The wind was the sort that the chappy on Radio 4 calls, "Gale Force 7 Pharoahs and South East Iceland".<BR/><BR/>I eventually finished my day-long meeting, somewhat more reticent than I had started it, and headed home. <BR/><BR/>I never heard from the woman again.<BR/><BR/>I have carried the psychological scar for 15 years and NEVER dress in the dark now! {grin}Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com