Michael said this week’s Tale Weaver would be a challenge! And he’s not wrong!
I mean, look at this!!
I’m not that confident a person, but at least I no longer walk with my head down and my shoulders slumped as I am no longer that belittled and pathetic fool taken for a ride all those years ago.
I can usually hold my own in conversation and admit to sometimes talking complete tosh, but at least making it sound feasible! Body language can help with that.
This was proven when Hubby and I first got together and he had a real p***k of a boss who thought he was god’s gift.
I’d gone to meet Hubby from work, and somehow this twit got the idea that I was interested in buying the company. No-one let him think otherwise.
My body language was positive without being overpowering, and I held eye contact throughout our conversation. I watched the dollar signs start to register when he thought I’d be a pushover, and he fluffed himself up like some inflated gerbil to his full height of five feet two inches trying to intimidate me, a five foot seven slimmer-than-I-am-now woman in four inch heels.
I rose to the occasion (Hubby and sidekick in workshop stuffing their mouths with paper to stop laughing) and let this arrogant idiot go through his sales pitch.
In order to increase productivity and boost morale, I said I’d introduce profit-sharing and flexi-time. He nodded so fast I thought his head would fall off.
He asked if I would need help with a management team, and I told him perfectly straight-faced that the first thing I’d do would be to get rid of him.
I couldn’t have popped his ego better with a pin and he scurried off to lick his wounds.
Hubby and sidekick were practically rolling on the floor by this time and I stuck my head round the door to say