It Doesn't Matter - I Have No Sex Life
The above is so much more than a statement of fact - it's a lyric. If you know where it's from, you're my kind of person. Not that it's too hard, but, y'know.
Everyone was very unhappy at work today. I think that Faisal and Michael might have hit Julia's Flirtatiousness Barrier - she seemed rather upset on the afternoon, and was very defensive about being asked why. Just a theory, but knowing Michael and Faisal I think it's a fairly inspired one.
I'd hate to give the impression that I hate Faisal, as in reality I despise, loathe and wish death on him. I think that more than anything he upsets my naive idea that there is some kind of loose justice in the cosmos; someone who spends half his life on his mobile phone trying to bully insecure women into performing oral sex on him behind his wife's back and has displayed an impressive willingness to sell his friends out at a moments' notice should not have everything fall into his lap so easy. Faisal just drifts through life without trying; he's the sort of person who makes you wonder what Tom Ripley would do in a situation like this.
Jazz and me were unhappy too. I was unhappy because Jazz and Julia were so down, but there was an extra reason; both myself and Jazz have had tribunals dumped on us at a moment's notice. I'm subbing tomorrow for a case that I do not feel even remotely confident about. Obviously, as a representative, my job is to do nothing - unless one of the panel suddenly calls the client a cunt, there's not much that you're within your rights to haul them up on. I remain, nevertheless, terrified.
Everyone was very unhappy at work today. I think that Faisal and Michael might have hit Julia's Flirtatiousness Barrier - she seemed rather upset on the afternoon, and was very defensive about being asked why. Just a theory, but knowing Michael and Faisal I think it's a fairly inspired one.
I'd hate to give the impression that I hate Faisal, as in reality I despise, loathe and wish death on him. I think that more than anything he upsets my naive idea that there is some kind of loose justice in the cosmos; someone who spends half his life on his mobile phone trying to bully insecure women into performing oral sex on him behind his wife's back and has displayed an impressive willingness to sell his friends out at a moments' notice should not have everything fall into his lap so easy. Faisal just drifts through life without trying; he's the sort of person who makes you wonder what Tom Ripley would do in a situation like this.
Jazz and me were unhappy too. I was unhappy because Jazz and Julia were so down, but there was an extra reason; both myself and Jazz have had tribunals dumped on us at a moment's notice. I'm subbing tomorrow for a case that I do not feel even remotely confident about. Obviously, as a representative, my job is to do nothing - unless one of the panel suddenly calls the client a cunt, there's not much that you're within your rights to haul them up on. I remain, nevertheless, terrified.