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I can't fucking believe what happened. If I actually believed in any shite like fate, I'd almost think the whole universe was conspiring against me. The slang with my name seems to have died down for now, but my boss somehow managed to hear it a week ago and called me into her office to talk about it.
The bitch demoted me! She feels that if I'm, quote, 'being made a laughingstock of' that I can't be an effective head director, because our clients won't take me seriously. It's unbelievable! I thought I was in the clear when my little...argument with Sasha didn't get back to her, though we were at an agent's office at the time, but now this comes to bite me in the arse and it's not even my fault!
She promoted some new twat to head director who hasn't even been working at the theatre more than a few years. He's at least a bloody decade younger than I am. If he thinks I'm going to defer to him on anything, he's got another damn thing coming.
The bitch demoted me! She feels that if I'm, quote, 'being made a laughingstock of' that I can't be an effective head director, because our clients won't take me seriously. It's unbelievable! I thought I was in the clear when my little...argument with Sasha didn't get back to her, though we were at an agent's office at the time, but now this comes to bite me in the arse and it's not even my fault!
She promoted some new twat to head director who hasn't even been working at the theatre more than a few years. He's at least a bloody decade younger than I am. If he thinks I'm going to defer to him on anything, he's got another damn thing coming.