Judy had somehow expected to see more people at the meeting. When Lin sent her the invitation for 'Friday Planning Meeting - Post-Preliminary', she figured...well, she figured that today was the day when her company gave up on all the pretending and fully embraced its slow transformation into a Dilbert cartoon, for a start. But she also figured that there would be a crowd of department heads and managers here to discuss whatever initiative or strategy or whatever it was they were planning.
But the only other person in the vast fifth-floor conference room when she arrived was Lin. He favored her with a polite smile that didn't quite seem to touch his dark brown eyes, and gestured to a seat directly across from him. "Please," he said, his voice so quiet under the hum of the air-conditioning that she could barely hear him, "do sit down."
Judy looked around, taken slightly off-balance by the near-total emptiness of the room. She walked all the way down the twenty-person conference table, feeling Lin's uncomfortably patient stare on her the entire way, before taking the proffered chair. She tried a polite smile of her own, but she knew that it came off more hesitant and confused than anything else.
It was pretty much always like this between her and Lin. She knew that if a stranger walked into the conference room right now, they would immediately be able to pick out which one of them was being fast-tracked for senior management and which one of them took ten years to make it to department head. Lin's long black hair was immaculately groomed and pulled back in a ponytail that somehow managed to look business-like, with not a strand out of place. His charcoal-gray suit was perfectly pressed, each fold looking like you could use it as a paper cutter, and the vivid red tie provided just the right note of color for the ensemble. Even his pinky ring was tasteful, with just a little red stone that matched his tie.
Whereas Judy...God, she knew that if she had to be summed up in a single word, it would be 'frizzy'. Her sweater had little pills of fuzz all over it despite her best efforts, her pantyhose developed a run every third day, and her honey-blonde hair turned into a dandelion puff whenever the humidity jumped above ten percent despite all her best efforts with hair products (or today, hair ties). She always looked disorganized and she always felt disorganized, and being in the same room as the discomfitingly perfect Lin only made it worse.
"Welcome back, Judy," he said warmly, taking out a pen from his jacket pocket and pulling out a crisp white notepad from his organizer. He didn't even give her the opportunity to be annoyed at him by acting superior; his unnerving professionalism extended to a smooth, polite charm that never seemed impersonal. He always treated Judy with the utmost respect, which just made Judy feel guilty about expecting him to start berating her any minute. "Shall we pick up where we left off?"
Judy smiled widely, the over-bright smile of someone suddenly thrown into panic mode. "Um, where we left off, I..." She opened up her organizer. It was hopelessly disorganized. "Well, it's just that I thought this was a preliminary planning meeting." She flipped through the stacks of dog-eared paper, but saw nothing that reminded her of any previous meetings with Lin, planning or otherwise.
"Post-preliminary," Lin corrected calmly. He didn't seem surprised by her 'blonde moment', but he didn't seem particularly upset, either; probably Lin's world was a constant parade of people not quite as capable as he was and he just did his best to bring them all along. "You don't remember our previous meeting?"
Judy stared at him for a long moment without saying anything, until she realized that she had just been sitting there staring at him for a long moment without saying anything. "Well," she said, aware that it wasn't a strong start to her statement. But she didn't remember any previous one-on-one meetings with Lin. She didn't even remember what they were planning. She surreptitiously pinched herself under the table, just to make sure that this wasn't an anxiety dream that she didn't realize she was having.
Nope. Real. "I, um...well, it's sort of...I thought we..." Judy frantically tried to come up with a strategy for at least bluffing her way through the next few minutes until she could get up to speed, but she was uncomfortably aware that she had spent about thirty seconds staring at Lin like a deer in the headlights and a further forty-five seconds stammering like an idiot. It was safe to say her options for verbal maneuvering were limited at this point. "Sorry," she said, feeling utterly humiliated. "I'm drawing a blank."
Lin reached over and gave her a reassuring pat on the hand to go with his sympathetic smile. "Honestly, Judy, there's no need to feel bad about it. A lot of experts will tell you that memory is a remarkably fickle thing." He chuckled warmly, his eyes almost willing Judy to calm down and let go of her anxiety. "Really, how can it be otherwise, when there are so many steps involved in remembering?"
Judy felt her muscles unknotting themselves, the tension evaporating as she realized she wasn't about to be on the receiving end of a hectoring rant about her lack of organizational skills. She was so relieved she almost forgot to ask Lin what the heck he was talking about. "Steps?" she asked, hoping she didn't sound even more air-headed by asking for clarification. "What kind of steps are involved?"
He chuckled, making an airy gesture with his hand as though pointing to an invisible PowerPoint display. "Well, before you can remember something, you have to remember to remember it, right?" Judy nodded along, as much to show she was listening as anything else. "So you're not just remembering, you're remembering to remember. And if you're remembering to remember, then that means you can also remember to forget and forget to remember."