What is it about Big Boss Man that turns me into a stuttering, nervous mess whenever we speak? Honestly. He’s a very friendly, quite attractive middle-aged Egyptian man - who, come to think of it, reminds me of Imhotep from The Mummy (not the rotting, screaming one, but the one where the guy actually has skin and looks human) - who is not intimidating at all save for the fact that he knows everything about this business. Our one-on-one and group meetings are always very laid-back and chilled. For some reason, though, I feel intimidated. Claustrophobic, even. My head gets really hot, and I find my voice drops an octave. It’s the strangest thing! I’m completely fine with everyone else in the office save for him, and he’s not even technically my ‘boss,’ but rather he’s just the guy who hired me. (The theory at the Firm is that we are all independently employed, our own little companies under the umbrella of the Firm’s name. Thus our workdays are pretty flexible. It’s all on us to do what needs to be done.) Ugh. I think I should take that course that Jen was telling me about some weeks ago; apparently it’s dramatically improved her business and interpersonal skills.

Hmm. Maybe some other time. Right now I must focus. The exam is precisely three weeks from today. Actually, let’s make that two weeks; Memorial Day is right in there, and I may be taking time off from studying to hit up P-Town with the girls, if things go as planned. I shouldn’t do this, of course, but you know what I’m like.