Well, I’m off to Honkers and Singers tomorrow – for work, I hasten to add. And whilst I am glad to be going, today has been a stress (with the exception of Sleepy’s job application form which came as a decidedly funny relief). Firstly there was the power breakfast with Steve to discuss my book chapter and book things generally. All I can say is that after the savaging, he at least had the decency to provide me with an alternative structure. And what’s worse, he was spot on…
Then I had to take HRH cat to the vet. Capture went well, but yowling of intense proportions followed me all the way to the blessed place, continued during the wait and during the consultation. She has only just deigned to start talking to me again and treating me like her friend instead of a beast who wants to rip off her head and shit down her throat.
And what bothers me most is the seeming esteem that Steve holds the increasingly awful Sam in. Sam is a ‘colleague’: ambitious, self-aggrandising, clever, articulate, pushy and in a hurry. She is undoubtedly one of the reasons why I would like to get out of the University and I’m increasingly getting the feeling that it isn’t just me who’s getting pissed off with her. My honey has told me that I’ve got to develop the art of self-promotion. It’s not something I am good at and it’s an aspect of the world of work I find hilarious in others but don’t do myself. Who’d believe me if I suddenly developed the art of spinning meself given that I am the originator of honest, up-front Brit?
I’m depressed, bitter and thinking that if it wasn’t for the fact that HK is soooo mad and Singers so sterile, I’d make the big leap out. Thank God for Marc Bolan.
Bah.
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Think about tea at Raffles, silk suits tailored in an hour and cheap electrical goods. Buy perfume look at diamonds in shop windows and buy some Jimmy Choo's! You know you want to.
Delighted that you have managed to leave HRH Princess Fuck off on good terms with humankind, just as I take over feeding duties!
She'll be giving me the evil eye and slinking everywhere via the skirting boards.
Yup, she is quite loved up just now, but will be bitch features by the time you take over! Fence panel down in the bluddy garden - will try to fix before I go, but if I don't, don't worry about it.
That cat despises me.
Sheesh, haven't you realised that she kinda miirors us? Despise everything until and only until humanity has given you serial and indeniable proof that you are not a wanker.
Only then will she deign to let you show her affection and reciprocate.
Actually, she is a total honey of a cat, but she is MY cat and that probably tells you why she has a personality disorder of some kind
Oh, no, I can't do the self promotion thing either. I kinda feel people should just know how great I am, and if they don't, then they are not worthy. Yeah, I know how stupid that sounds.Is.
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