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I haven't been doing much beyond work. Tho, admittedly, I haven't really been doing much work either. That's about to change however. G8 madness is about to begin. From this Sunday, it's going to be non-stop insanity. Lots of adrenaline-filled late nights and the like. I'm feeling a mixture of excitement and dread. It's good to feel a part of something. And busy. I'd rather be busy than spend hours idly surfing the Net.
It's a good job. We have lots of parties, and meetings at the posh cocktail bar next door. We go to the races, and go-karting. During the Royal Ascot, I arrived to find a full gourmet spread and champagne and few free betting slips. They don't mind if you bugger off for an hour or so to meet a friend or go shopping or whatever the hell else you might want to do. Ideal, really.
This was brought into even sharper focus the other day, when I found out my former colleague Tommy was in town. We met for a drink, and he started bitching about our old employer, for whom he is unfortunate enough to still work. They're so cheap, they refused to pay the 25pound registration fee so a team of five of their staff could participate in a really important local road race. They wanted to represent the paper. What a perfect little community outreach/advertising opportunity, non? Surely they should embrace any such effort, especially since they were always harassing us about building community ties. Bullshit. They wouldn't pay the 25pound fee, nor would they provide company tee shirts. Or anything for that matter. If it involved taking an hour off work, I bet they wouldn't have allowed that either. Cheap, short-sighted bastards. Thank god I got out eh?
Tonight I'm taking Richard out for a slap-up meal. With all the dosh I've been pulling in lately, I figure it's the least I could do. He deserves it for putting up with me, and supporting me - financially and otherwise - for the past few months. Maybe I should shower in the meantime. And clean. My domestic goddess act has slipped a bit lately. Hmm..
