Sunning and funning in the land of tan...late night ramblings
Well, its a fortnight today until I arrive in Greece and, quite frankly, I'm gagging for it. New passport came through Saturday (no longer has photo of me aged sixteen with NHS glasses) and sorted my travel insurance. I think perhaps it could be an amazingly well timed holiday what with the growing pressure from work.
Recently got moved from working on the four accounts I had spent the last three months familiarising myself with: getting to know the clients, their industry, their products, etc- only to be pulled off those accounts, moved teams and set to work on three brand new client's accounts. So now, I have to finish off working with the old clients for a smooth transition AND start work immediately on the new clients. It doesn't take a maths degree to see that I'm doing twice the work in the same amount of time. Tragically, adding to this my new boss (who is a top fella who I have a lot of respect for...and yes that is a rarity) got beaten up by a bouncer in Cardiff last week which resulted in severe concussion and a broken wrist. He's terribly shaken up, can't use his hand for six weeks and can't come into work for another two. I'm worried about him (he's had several scans of his head already) AND I have to do his job on top of the double work I already have. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH.
*Breathe deeply, relax, think of Greek birds and funky ruins and shit...sigh* But in two weeks me and Manicman will be sunning and funning in the land of tan with a budget smaller than a supermodel's breakfast and an ambassadorial escort from the airport (I shit you not!)Went for a few swift ones with Aime (ex-boss) last night and she told me that when she sets up her own PR company she wants me to head up the editorial division which is very cool of her. Were it anyone else I would probably laugh it off, but Aime is a very focused lady (and a bit of a fox as it happens...shades of Buffy'dom I think) so that's got me thinking about the future and everything. Sometimes I make my head hurt from thinking so hard but it can't compare to the post-Sunday-badminton strain on my legs and right shoulder.
It's a new month tomorrow and it's already looking mad: work, holiday, parties and the ever hopeful afterthought of a brush with romance. Sometimes I think I'm too damn picky when it comes to women, sometimes I call it 'morals' or chivalry. Guess despite the occasional loneliness it makes me who I am...
Thinking too hard again...
Recently got moved from working on the four accounts I had spent the last three months familiarising myself with: getting to know the clients, their industry, their products, etc- only to be pulled off those accounts, moved teams and set to work on three brand new client's accounts. So now, I have to finish off working with the old clients for a smooth transition AND start work immediately on the new clients. It doesn't take a maths degree to see that I'm doing twice the work in the same amount of time. Tragically, adding to this my new boss (who is a top fella who I have a lot of respect for...and yes that is a rarity) got beaten up by a bouncer in Cardiff last week which resulted in severe concussion and a broken wrist. He's terribly shaken up, can't use his hand for six weeks and can't come into work for another two. I'm worried about him (he's had several scans of his head already) AND I have to do his job on top of the double work I already have. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH.
*Breathe deeply, relax, think of Greek birds and funky ruins and shit...sigh* But in two weeks me and Manicman will be sunning and funning in the land of tan with a budget smaller than a supermodel's breakfast and an ambassadorial escort from the airport (I shit you not!)Went for a few swift ones with Aime (ex-boss) last night and she told me that when she sets up her own PR company she wants me to head up the editorial division which is very cool of her. Were it anyone else I would probably laugh it off, but Aime is a very focused lady (and a bit of a fox as it happens...shades of Buffy'dom I think) so that's got me thinking about the future and everything. Sometimes I make my head hurt from thinking so hard but it can't compare to the post-Sunday-badminton strain on my legs and right shoulder.
It's a new month tomorrow and it's already looking mad: work, holiday, parties and the ever hopeful afterthought of a brush with romance. Sometimes I think I'm too damn picky when it comes to women, sometimes I call it 'morals' or chivalry. Guess despite the occasional loneliness it makes me who I am...
Thinking too hard again...