28 June 2006
Back to work
I’m in my office right now.
On Monday, I returned to work for the first time in a couple of weeks, having been off resting following an unexplained flutter in my chest while on a business trip.
I’m feeling great now, never better! It’s good to be back, this place needs me to give it a serious sorting out!
I decided not to bring any coke with me to work this week, but that went right out the window Monday morning, when my mate “Wheeler” came to visit me in my office to welcome me back.
It wasn’t even eleven o’clock and we started doing lines off my desk. After a couple, I knew I couldn’t go the rest of the day without more, so I bought a gram from “Wheeler” to tide me over until I got home. Since my other mate Elvis now supplies him, it was as good as ever.
I’ve been partying all week since then and have made sure I always have some with me. I think it’s giving me a bit of an edge, to really get things done.
On Monday I called my assistant, Terry in to see me and let him know in no uncertain terms that things were going to be different from now on and he wasn’t going to get away with any more of his shit.
He claimed not to know what I was talking about, but I knew he was lying. He pretended to get all upset, saying he was planning on having a civil service with his partner soon and how could I think such things, but I’ve got eyes and I know what I saw! I told him “to watch his step” with me.
Next I called “Ginny” into my office. I haven’t mentioned her in a while, but she’s been spending all her time on that small-business marketing plan of hers.
I let her know that I wasn’t happy with the pace of the project and the returns hadn’t been as high as I expected.
She tried to give me some shit about how it would take at least two years to build up her client base and the business plan took into account running at a loss for the first eighteen months or so.
I told her that was unacceptable. She was upset too. Tough.
Sometimes you’ve got to upset the apple-cart to get things done right!
After that, I had Terry arrange for a meeting with the Creative Director. That cunt has been pissing me off since I met him and I wasn’t having it any more.
He couldn’t fit me into his schedule until later this afternoon. I’m really going to give him a piece of my mind, starting with what happened in Birmingham.
Who does he think he is to be reporting back to my boss about me? It wasn’t his place to brief against me to the Managing Director. I won’t stand for that, not for one second! This confrontation is long overdue!
The one thing I haven’t been able to do is find a quiet moment to sort things out with “Jenny”.
I’m starting to think I might have missed my chance with her and with what happened in B’rum, I might have scared her off me.
I hope not, because I’ve been hot for her for so long it’s not funny any more. I know it’s tricky for her when we’re in London, because of her husband, but I’m sure we could sort something out during the day. We could get a hotel room near the office and my place isn’t that far really. It’s very do-able, I think I just need to make it happen.
My best mate Bob has been a bit of a vanishing presence in my life since his shock-sudden marriage recently. I hardly ever see him and we barely speak. I miss him, but he knows how well I’m doing at the moment, so it’s OK.
I ordered some more Erectalis this week and while I was on the site, I had a look at the whore listings, something I haven’t done in a few weeks. There were a lot of new girls available and it got my juices going again for the first time in a while.
I think I might be doing some punting this weekend; it will be one-on-one fun! I really need a discreet diversion right now!
“Annabelle” emailed me, following my last post and our mutually assured destruction campaign.
We’ve reached an agreement; she won’t name and shame me and in return I won’t mention her husband’s regiment in Iraq. Everybody wins!
I knew she would see sense and be reasonable once she saw the bigger picture.
She said she nearly did start a blog and still might. She’s registered the name already, Annabelle’s Blog and thinks there would be audience for it. She says she’s more than just the slutty wife of serving soldier, but I somehow doubt that.
Annabelle, if you do start blogging, good luck to you! I can’t see it becoming a future best seller, as you repeatedly predicted my forthcoming book would be, but I’m sure it would be a nice little hobby for you.
I’m really looking forward to the football on Saturday! Come on England! Thrash Portugal!
On Monday, I returned to work for the first time in a couple of weeks, having been off resting following an unexplained flutter in my chest while on a business trip.
I’m feeling great now, never better! It’s good to be back, this place needs me to give it a serious sorting out!
I decided not to bring any coke with me to work this week, but that went right out the window Monday morning, when my mate “Wheeler” came to visit me in my office to welcome me back.
It wasn’t even eleven o’clock and we started doing lines off my desk. After a couple, I knew I couldn’t go the rest of the day without more, so I bought a gram from “Wheeler” to tide me over until I got home. Since my other mate Elvis now supplies him, it was as good as ever.
I’ve been partying all week since then and have made sure I always have some with me. I think it’s giving me a bit of an edge, to really get things done.
On Monday I called my assistant, Terry in to see me and let him know in no uncertain terms that things were going to be different from now on and he wasn’t going to get away with any more of his shit.
He claimed not to know what I was talking about, but I knew he was lying. He pretended to get all upset, saying he was planning on having a civil service with his partner soon and how could I think such things, but I’ve got eyes and I know what I saw! I told him “to watch his step” with me.
Next I called “Ginny” into my office. I haven’t mentioned her in a while, but she’s been spending all her time on that small-business marketing plan of hers.
I let her know that I wasn’t happy with the pace of the project and the returns hadn’t been as high as I expected.
She tried to give me some shit about how it would take at least two years to build up her client base and the business plan took into account running at a loss for the first eighteen months or so.
I told her that was unacceptable. She was upset too. Tough.
Sometimes you’ve got to upset the apple-cart to get things done right!
After that, I had Terry arrange for a meeting with the Creative Director. That cunt has been pissing me off since I met him and I wasn’t having it any more.
He couldn’t fit me into his schedule until later this afternoon. I’m really going to give him a piece of my mind, starting with what happened in Birmingham.
Who does he think he is to be reporting back to my boss about me? It wasn’t his place to brief against me to the Managing Director. I won’t stand for that, not for one second! This confrontation is long overdue!
The one thing I haven’t been able to do is find a quiet moment to sort things out with “Jenny”.
I’m starting to think I might have missed my chance with her and with what happened in B’rum, I might have scared her off me.
I hope not, because I’ve been hot for her for so long it’s not funny any more. I know it’s tricky for her when we’re in London, because of her husband, but I’m sure we could sort something out during the day. We could get a hotel room near the office and my place isn’t that far really. It’s very do-able, I think I just need to make it happen.
My best mate Bob has been a bit of a vanishing presence in my life since his shock-sudden marriage recently. I hardly ever see him and we barely speak. I miss him, but he knows how well I’m doing at the moment, so it’s OK.
I ordered some more Erectalis this week and while I was on the site, I had a look at the whore listings, something I haven’t done in a few weeks. There were a lot of new girls available and it got my juices going again for the first time in a while.
I think I might be doing some punting this weekend; it will be one-on-one fun! I really need a discreet diversion right now!
“Annabelle” emailed me, following my last post and our mutually assured destruction campaign.
We’ve reached an agreement; she won’t name and shame me and in return I won’t mention her husband’s regiment in Iraq. Everybody wins!
I knew she would see sense and be reasonable once she saw the bigger picture.
She said she nearly did start a blog and still might. She’s registered the name already, Annabelle’s Blog and thinks there would be audience for it. She says she’s more than just the slutty wife of serving soldier, but I somehow doubt that.
Annabelle, if you do start blogging, good luck to you! I can’t see it becoming a future best seller, as you repeatedly predicted my forthcoming book would be, but I’m sure it would be a nice little hobby for you.
I’m really looking forward to the football on Saturday! Come on England! Thrash Portugal!
