It’s Pilates day, and it’s a good day I was in my most modest outfit as Brian gave me an intro to a possible new account and said he’d like to take me along to meet the client tomorrow. It wasn’t in the bag but he thought there was a good chance, and he thought if they met me it would seal the deal. It would mean another half day out of the office each week, which is fine by me.
Pilates was a bit more fun as I remembered my dream, but it’s too much hard work to stay turned on for long. I found myself eyeing up the teacher wondering if my subconscious really liked her or something, but although she’s quite pretty, and has a fantastic figure, I can’t say I feel much more than that. I guess it was just a dream.