In Brussels you just can't help meeting all these 'I am THE "Very Important People"'. Brussels is a political capital, but eventually you'll realise that politics (if you didn't already) is just another religion and that "All-That"-people can easily be convinced, if you play along that you too is a part of the correct clan. Jeez, these ppl RELAX! Sounds like crap, right? Cos it is.
In a bar after work (cos we don't have bars at work - I know, totally old-fashion like!), the sensitive womanising lobbyist gives it a try with me. After small-talking just 5 mins he continuously expresses loud and clear, thou standing next to me, that he was just here for the night, and it was so funny to be back, and being here for work, this one night, not living here anymore, working just two days in Brussels, that I had to feel sort of obliged to ask what the fck his job was then?? He was an All-That-man with his All-That-job. Sure it sounded pretty cool to all his mates back home and that he was going to Brus-Sels for one night (despite his year of birth must have been before 1950..). Talking a bit about that job, he after a tiny while asks if I'm a journalist (cough) - me thinking 'Orh, don't flatter yourself man...! Come on, are you hitting on me or just busy listening to your load of crp??', but I laughed instead and told him I wasn't.
I noticed that during our 30-mins-before-I-piss-him-off conversation that he not once asks me what I do - or any of the other regular Brussels-questions; Where are you from, how long you've been here, where are you going, what are you doing, what's your favourite movie, etc... I on the other hand know with very deep All-That-details what he does. And taking that as a fact (no info, no knowledge, as a fact), I think 'Fck it' and join his uhm...'game'? I thought that his All-That-job is like men using face-masks instead of women, but also wherefore of all people in the world - beside lawyers - you'll think that lobbyists are best in defending themselves to make their points come through, but this one wasn't (cough). He was so bad at it that I really wouldn't wanted to know for whom he worked for - I couldn't stand have to loose respect for the car that I'm actually driving.
During my example; Let's say I work for a car-company creating a new car that goes just a 100meters more on the litre by adding carrots to the fuel, he asks me for which car-company I work for. My point with main-aim to have confirmation of my believe of lobbying - which I wanted him to proof me wrong (who could be more well-fitted for that??) and which then obviously never happened - the loobbyist get first very annoyed that I made an example and that I actually did not owe my own car-company, but then when a friend was asking what we were talking about and I joked saying he was fighting against women rights, the loobbyist got a flash PMS, turned to me and said he didn't like people talking behind his back..!
First: What the fck??? Second: And which back exactly? You were looking at me when I said it! Third: Anyway, this is what you do everything single day, prck! Fourth: I'm the woman, that is MY phrase! Fifth: What the fck??!! His nose went up under the ceiling and never came back down, despite STUPID me explaining the prck that I didn't mean it that way, but just until I felt like I was the mommy telling my kids that I was very sorry for forgetting the ice-creams on my way home from the hairdresser... The nose stayed up there, until he obviously had to leave cos I was sitting there first.
