How is being in a club related to our work? Well, we had to attend a launch party; and the pole dancing was supposedly a creative way to sell the product our company just made. (Poles? Anti-chaffing creams?)
As the 3 muscular girls swirled, twisted, gyrated and butt-gripped the poles in front of us, I fought to keep a straight face by gulping down free champagne as fast as I can. My boss, on the other hand, has lost her public face altogether. She had on, a visible look of bewilderment and shock. This is the woman who told me she has been to a “disco” only 5 times in her life before –an average of about once every decade. And the pole dancing? Her first.
She sidled up to me and whispered in my ears: “Just so you know, I’d rather review a contract than do something like that”
Sad to say, I agree with her on this. There goes The Man’s dreams of installing a pole in the bedroom….
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