Back in The Executive Suites (The Beige Inn) July 3rd |97
It's the day before July 4th celebrations I've managed to
extricate myself from Maire Flanagan's’s party on Saturday
by saying I needed to get furniture for the house. That sounds
good doesn’t it? I said that all the shops (“stores” they say here)
are all closed other than Saturday for the holiday.
She seemed to buy it.
Thank fuck.
I’m sending emails all over the shop which is a laugh.
It’s great fun typing stuff up. I was a bit disappointed
when it turned out that BMV only want to do some of the work we
presented rather than all of it. But then again it could have been a
lot worse. I’m really looking forward to getting into my house.
My house? Can you believe it?
I don’t give a fuck about these yanks at work.
They are none of my business. They behave as if I should be their
friend or something.Maybe it’s just me. It usually is.
If they were unfriendly I’d be the same.
I‘m surprised to be sitting here looking out over the St LaCroix
skyline (there was a huge thunderstorm last night) feeling so calm.
After all, my father has just died of cancer and I've moved to a new
country, new job, new place to stay and the pressure from work is
huge. Somebody up there.. etc.. etc. AA is the answer to everything
for me these days. I seem to wake up in the morning with really
good ideas for ads.They're already there.
I miss London but then I convince myself I don’t. But I do.
Mind you it’s not fair to judge this place until I get into my house.
My house. There it is again.
I‘m ringng Phil everyday.
She’s in good shape, considering. She’e even enjoying herself a
little, or at least I hope she is. She was amazed that a bag of chips
cost 80p.She’s such a character. She might begin to come out of
her shell a bit now that Matty’s gone. In the meantime I‘m going to
reserve judement on this whole escapade until I get into the house.
There are times though when I look around and think what the
fuck am I doing here. But mostly I’m too busy which I prefer.
I have my bike back on the road soon and that’ll be interesting.
Also I‘m glad I’m not going to Mark Tibb's barbecue tomorrow
night ( I sould like such a miserable fuck) because they’ll all just
be getting pissed and lying to each other. Exactly like being
at work only it’s outside. I never liked barbeques.
The light is so harsh.
I actually look forward to my AA meetings.
They’re the only place where I can relax. I can feel the muscles
in my back ease up and my heartbeat slow down. Isn't that crazy?
Work is just what I do between AA meetings.
extricate myself from Maire Flanagan's’s party on Saturday
by saying I needed to get furniture for the house. That sounds
good doesn’t it? I said that all the shops (“stores” they say here)
are all closed other than Saturday for the holiday.
She seemed to buy it.
Thank fuck.
I’m sending emails all over the shop which is a laugh.
It’s great fun typing stuff up. I was a bit disappointed
when it turned out that BMV only want to do some of the work we
presented rather than all of it. But then again it could have been a
lot worse. I’m really looking forward to getting into my house.
My house? Can you believe it?
I don’t give a fuck about these yanks at work.
They are none of my business. They behave as if I should be their
friend or something.Maybe it’s just me. It usually is.
If they were unfriendly I’d be the same.
I‘m surprised to be sitting here looking out over the St LaCroix
skyline (there was a huge thunderstorm last night) feeling so calm.
After all, my father has just died of cancer and I've moved to a new
country, new job, new place to stay and the pressure from work is
huge. Somebody up there.. etc.. etc. AA is the answer to everything
for me these days. I seem to wake up in the morning with really
good ideas for ads.They're already there.
I miss London but then I convince myself I don’t. But I do.
Mind you it’s not fair to judge this place until I get into my house.
My house. There it is again.
I‘m ringng Phil everyday.
She’s in good shape, considering. She’e even enjoying herself a
little, or at least I hope she is. She was amazed that a bag of chips
cost 80p.She’s such a character. She might begin to come out of
her shell a bit now that Matty’s gone. In the meantime I‘m going to
reserve judement on this whole escapade until I get into the house.
There are times though when I look around and think what the
fuck am I doing here. But mostly I’m too busy which I prefer.
I have my bike back on the road soon and that’ll be interesting.
Also I‘m glad I’m not going to Mark Tibb's barbecue tomorrow
night ( I sould like such a miserable fuck) because they’ll all just
be getting pissed and lying to each other. Exactly like being
at work only it’s outside. I never liked barbeques.
The light is so harsh.
I actually look forward to my AA meetings.
They’re the only place where I can relax. I can feel the muscles
in my back ease up and my heartbeat slow down. Isn't that crazy?
Work is just what I do between AA meetings.
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