to be invisible… [Claudine Soundtrack]
Yesterday evening, I was watching Lifetime and caught a bit of the premiere show for Drop Dead Diva. This looks interesting.
In one scene, Jane is getting her schedule from her assistant which includes dinner with a potential client. Jane is a lawyer. This made me wonder for the umpteenth time why I do not have a dinner scheduled with a potential client.
Earlier in the day, I went to Costco and had on a little pink skirt, black tee shirt layered with a black fitted spaghetti strap top. It was kind of cute– so I dressed it up with earrings, cuff bracelet, applied more makeup, threw some heels in the car and set out for Greenbelt. I went to Jaspers– in search of a story for my blog and the chance to meet new people or a potential client.
Jaspers has changed. The last time I went to Jaspers was over 10 years ago and I met Cathy Moultree and Miriam Sheppard for dinner — [names I knew them by when we were in high school]. Their idea. I was still with Rockwell and a bit surprised they wanted to meet for dinner.
I used to belong to the Bally Fitness club in the same area but rarely had the chance to get over there. The parking area was brimming with cars– but initially they did not belong to the patrons of Jaspers. That is not to say– Jaspers was not busy. It was. Every seat at the bar was filled along with several of the booths. However, I think most of the cars belonged to patrons of the fitness club. As I sat there– waiting for the jazz session [starts at 8:00pm]— more and more dinner patrons came in. When I arrived [about 7:00pm] it was happy hour.
I wanted to discuss clubs and doings. Jaspers used to be a good place to meetup with folks. It is convenient to the Parkway and Beltway with lots of parking. These incentives are still true.
Do you know what I am running into? I am not anonymous. I cannot go anywhere without someone indicating they know who I am. It makes it difficult for me to sit back and observe or introduce myself as if I am a complete stranger.
I want to build software widgets for an appreciative client. I am finding the curious. I want my anonymity returned to me… yesterday.
Someone is going to say– you had on a short hot pink spandex skirt and you want to be invisible? No– I want to impress strangers with ideas and things I can do for their business as related to software and promotion. I cannot do that– if you already know who I am — and are more curious about my relatives and the bigger picture.
It took me awhile to figure out Why Me?… I need justice to correct on a number of things. I am moving on with business and my life. I do not speak for relatives nor government– only where it seems to affect me.
This was going to be a cute little post about a local social venue. It is more about this situation I do not seem to be able to do anything about. I am a software consultant… with too many skills to go to waste.
People are concerned about acknowledging me on a more personal or business level– why? They would have to admit– they know I have been treated very unfairly. Justice has to correct.
I am not trying to burden business associates with my legal issues. I want business. I will not cry on your shoulder– nor should you attempt to interfere. My only concern– can you handle the pompous that seem to think they should interfere in my business? I can. Can you? I tell the Hillaries to get their noses out of my business. Can you? I cannot protect me and you. Can you afford to do business with me? It is like the Justice department gave pompous idiots carte blanche where I am concerned. Can they do that to you too?
Do you understand why I need direct intervention from Justice? I do not need an agent. I do not need a middle man. I need justice.