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take one woman with low self esteem, but quite good hair
add one moronic illness
stir in some medication which causes hair to fall out
mix it all up and this is what you get...


Tuesday, January 08, 2008

One of those days 

I skillfully avoided the dog turd on my way to the Co-op at the end of my road. I saw it there, glistening in the gentle gloom of the streetlamp and hopped over it. I congratulated myself on my turd-avoidance as I entered the store and grabbed the part-baked baguettes, which would accompany our home-made soup later that evening.

As I returned home, my mind wandered off to contemplate what had been a chaotic return to work after the Christmas break.

With the PA off sick for the entire period, I had been doing several jobs: supporting the Managing Director of [prestigious British brand, now owned by Americans] - which is a full time job in itself - on top of my usual job of supporting the Marketing Director, the Director of [other related company], the entire Marketing department and trying to sort out a new-starter.

I had been arriving home brain-dead and tearful, frazzled and frustrated from attending to everyone else's needs all day while mine had been left dangling and neglected. I had been snapping at Big, failing to drag myself to the pool and unable to summon up the energy to cook decent meals at night.

On top of this, I had been waiting to hear about the job for which I'd interviewed before Christmas. I'd been told verbally that I would be offered the job, but after the last job-related d├ębacle, I wouldn't be happy until I received a piece of paper with my name, the company name and a dotted line for me to adorn with my signature.

As these thoughts swirled around my brain, I was vaguely aware of a squelching underfoot.

The glistening turd, which I'd so carefully avoided on my way to the shop, was now embellishing the sole of my shoe. A heavily cleated sole at that.

I rolled my eyes, took a deep breath and stomped home, stopping only to remove the shoes and leave them rather unceremoniously on the doorstep before entering the house. I would deal with them later. Much later.

It had been one of those days...


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