The Prostitute
My mentor said that I am a prostitute. I thanked him profusely but then begged for a little more information, maybe a little clarity. He said that as an inspirational speaker on the topic of transforming executive performance in a knowledge world, I have to sell my body to the highest bidder.I said I knew that.
So then he said, “Well if you know it, why is your diary full of crap for the next six months?” I opened my mouth and held up my hands to protest, but it was too late.
“You just want to be loved,” he snapped, “that’s why! You are a prostitute”, he repeated, “and you need to get paid every time you get laid”.
Hmmm, I’d never thought of it quite like that.
posted by Tim @ 6:23 AM
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