My Business Click

I've been hanging on to my job for a while, and somewhat craving for that lift. I knew I can replace my boss, but there hasn't been a crack for me to move up. Until the last three months, the top dog announced his retirement. Although there hasn't been a formal assignment, I knew he was grooming me to replace his throne (at long last!). So just a few weeks ago, I flew to Italy to represent him in a very important presentation (more like deliberation on fussy figures).

I came the last minute without an assistant, just a day before the business rumple. On an impressive suit, I labored in checking every details before I pushed open the door into the conference table. There were the friendly Italians and the stern British delegates.

I passed on a 20- page report to all the 10 delegates. Everybody had their piece but me. At first I held on to my breath and continued with fawning and sham admiration in my introduction. It's too late to back out, to rush to my car and get my precious piece of folder. Then I saw my Casio Cassiopeia E-125 hanging tight on my belt. I took it from its cover and run on its applications containing my reports. They were surprised at first, but I moved on fluently, handling the gizmo like a master. Thank heavens it has a diversified and expanded memory that I was able to flip from one to the other. The colorful screen made it easy from my tensed nerves to focus and see clearly.

I finished off the report, saying "That while there are unpredictable times of headless blunders and stupid business recks, like my PDA, you will be assured that there will always be a system to back you up...". And I got the deal! With its zippy processor and Type II CompactFlash cards access and reliability, it's a little expensive but still a worthy price to pay for a hitched promotion. My PDA saved my business life!