Friday, November 16, 2007

Play Dead





Nothing from them yet. I should call. What time is it in London?



5pm.



They're probably at the pub.



Yeah.



Wankers.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Power Out

I shall not talk about work anymore. If it’s good, which is always the case, I will zip it. I’m beginning to annoy my friends who have to deal with office politics and bitchy colleagues.


If I’m having a bad day, I shall stop whining at the risk of sounding like the rest of the 20-somethings who are so preoccupied with trying to make it in life and not having a life at the end of it and so decide to talk about work 24/7 to let people know they’ve been intently focusing on their career instead of focusing on relationships and friendships, which of course would have repercussions later on, and oh if only they’d take a step back and look at their shriveled up, hungover, desperate and lonely bosses.


At the end of the day, I’m glad I lost some money instead. Set backs are a great time for reflection. I have great friends. I have an amazing job. I have a healthy social life. And I won’t allow one (or other) bad days to affect me. At the rate I’m going, I could do a good job as a self help consultant so I better shut the hell up.


Time for that bottle of Veuve Cliquot to chill. I’m going to pop a Woody Allen DVD in and just lay back.


Alone. Finally.