The client was in town this week. It was an all-day meeting, during which we recapped our work for the first six months of 2015.
I realized as the day wore on that I was doing a lot of the talking. I wasn't on the agenda, I had no predetermined part of the agenda. It's just that I know my shit.
So much so that, this morning, when I went to my boss' office to discuss next steps, he looked up and said, "Yes, Boss?"
I was flattered, of course, but also cognizant of the role Long Tall Sally (aka The New Girl) has played in my career renaissance. Yes, her personality is too big. Yes, there's too much drama and volatility in her wake.
But when her predecessor, The Chocolate Covered Spider, chaired December's similar client meeting, I wasn't even invited. Spidey didn't share the spotlight. Spidey didn't want others to shine.
So I'm enjoying this new chapter in my work life.
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