Today:
Time spent in meetings – 6 hours
Number of meetings – two.
Hmmm…
Perhaps a career change might be in order?
I have a short list – would you like me to share them?
You would?
Brilliant, thanks.
Right well the first new career I’ve been mulling over is breast measurer in a bra shop.
I think it’s safe to say that I’d be scrupulously diligent in my approach to the, erm, task in hand.
Scrupulously so.
But I think – and only to help me concentrate to the maximum of my ability – I’d have to be very, very selective as to the females on my client list.
You know, just to help me give the best possible service.
And speaking of service, that brings me to my second possible career choice.
Waxer – specialising in bikini waxes, natch – in a beauty salon.
However I think that once again – in order to enable me to give the best possible service to my customers – I’m going to have to be very selective in my clientèle.
You know, just to enable me to be, ahem, on top of my game.
At all times.
Hmm…
I shall mull some more.
B.
Hmmm … and what does Soph think about all this?!
I have always thought that I wouldn’t want to go out with a gynaecologist or butcher. I think I could safely add breast measurer and waxer to that list too.
Is the breast measuring job anything to do with recent trip to Rome? I have a friend who is convinced her breasts increase by a cup size whenever she steps on Italian soil. She thinks it’s either something in the water or all the testosterone swishing about from those randy Italian men.
I agree with SG – gynaecologist or butcher would be a real turn off. So would mortician.
I think Soph should give you a slap – then you’d come to your senses!
Mya x
SG: Soph is amused at my boyishness. I think she understands completely the workings of the male mind.
Mya: Nowt to do with Rome. I wish I’d known about your friend’s theory before I went, I might have paid more attention to the female form and less to the course subjects!
Both: Soph has no need to slap me. I was just having a bad (six-hour-meetinged) day.