It was a tough day today and tomorrow is a day of meetings. I read up on the client I am supposed to meet tomorrow. She is one of our privileged clients and a fussy one too. It's about a new project, big enough to be critical. That meant early morning login, working on presentations, drawing feasability reports. That's a part of my job, and wasn't a great deal.
What was however, was that my bosses thought I would be the best escort to the lady, as I was choosy about food and hospitality and my tastes were appreciated by all, on more than one occassions. On one side, I was proud to be noticed that way; on the other, I was cursing them for making up a reason to dump the role of a care taker. As if I had less work.
All said and done, a task is a task and now I have to take the lady for lunch. The meeting was post-lunch, which means the lunch is as crucial and the responsibility is on me. And she hates it if it isn't planned. She loves Mediterranean food and she wanted to be treated with Greek pasta. Her choice of seating, I was told, was by the garden. Amidst all the work and tensions, where would I go searching for a place which made good Greek pasta and had seats overlooking the garden?
How I wish I could go on to a website, select the restaurant based on the cuisine, and pick the table I want to reserve, like I booked my plane seats.
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