Sometimes it’s a problem.
Maintaining a focussed train of thought while you’re in a long, tedious…
Where was I?
Not Te Deum, that’s entirely different.
Chuckles to self.
Did she just say what I thought she said?
Must concentrate more.
No-one else has edged forward on to their chairs, no-one sniggering behind their notepads.
Must have misheard.
Last night’s 18.00 meeting didn’t end until 19.10.
Got out of the building at 19.15 (just in time to rescue my car from the Cheap’n’Cheerfulâ„¢ vehicle-leaving-place before it closed at 19.30. ‘£25 fee for after-hours services‘, as the notice on the wall says).
Pauses briefly to wonder what services the Cheap’n’Cheerful vehicle-leaving-place Old Lady might provide, in an ‘after-hours’ kind of way.
Beginning to feel ill.
What was it?
Oh yeah, inability to concentrate on…
God I feel sick in a hollow kind of way; haven’t eaten enough today.
Looks out of the window and thinks some very rude thoughts.
Can’t help it.
It’s in my genes.
Or jeans, maybe.
I used to know a girl called Jean.
I think I went out with her.
I was at that awkward stage (virgin) and she couldn’t really be bothered anyway.
I was 20.
Yeah, I know; late starter.
Oh yes, entirely, Mike.
And if we concentrate more on the process mapping whilst looking for quick wins in the corporate banking application arena, whilst concentrating on the foreign exchange division…
That’s pretty bloody annoying.
The way she flicks her hair back over her shoulder like that.
Every 24 seconds.
Does she know I’m counting?
20, 21, 22, 23, 24 and…
For God’s sake, leave it alone.
Wonder if you’re like that at home?
Have you got a certificate in OCD?
Pauses whilst pondering whether it actually is possible to get qualifications in OCD.
“Oh, I only got an intermediate because of a lack of imagination in behavioural repetition.”
Chuckles quietly again.
Briefly wonder what the girl from the international currency division looks like with no clothes on.
Just out of curiosity, honest!
See what I did there?
This is interminable.
International Corporate Banking on a Thursday lunchtime.
Are the people who schedule these meetings mad?
Come to think of it, how could they be sane?
International Corporate Banking?
Wherever sanity ends I know which side of the line ICB sits!
What did she say?
Really, what did she say then?
Foreign Exchange interest rate swaps with which currency?
Last time I missed the point in an ICB meeting I went out and swapped £500 million with IKR.
We had to buy a fish processing factory in Reykjavik because swapping that much money back would have cost us more in commission than the purchase price of the factory.
Felt a bit foolish for weeks after that one.
That’s what she said.
Break for food.
Must learn to concentrate harder.
Icelandic herring, anyone?
Yes, the Icelandic Sushi is going down really well. In all senses of the phrase.
Ha ha ha ha.
Really must learn to pay attention.