Morning all, most exciting news of the entire year… I GOT THE JOB!
Essentially folks, this is my dream job. Hours are mental, work is relentless, but I just know I’m going to adore every second of it. This is a very very VERY strong step on the ladder, in fact once I get on it I think it might become a bit of an escalator for a while. But enough metaphors!
I was in my office yesterday, minding my own business, when my phone rang. You know when it’s just a number and not someone in your phone book… 0207 blah blah blah… argh! I grabbed the phone and disappeared into the corridor, answered and lo and behold, twas my new job.
Apparently, they think I am just the sort of person they need and luuuuuuurved my presentation so much they want to marry it and have it’s babies. Get in!
I spent most of yesterday afternoon in a bit of a daze, wandering about the building and thrusting my good news in everyone’s faces. Unsure of how best to celebrate, we deliberated between cocktails and cupcakes, and ended up going to Primrose Bakery for the latter, because Verve’s happy hour was overflowing a lil bit and nowhere else in Covent Garden makes a decent margarita.
Then, rather fitting for my good mood, I paid one final visit to the wonder that is Hairspray before it closes on Sunday. The cast – soon to be back in day jobs, bless em – seemed to have been struck by ‘final week fever’ and were going for it and dancing and singing their little socks off. Hairspray has always been a bloody good show, lots of wholesome family fun, a nice message and some cracking performances. It’s a real shame to see it disappear into the provinces on tour.
After Hairspray I got rained on. And then I went to a birthday party. With wet hair, nice. My main mission at said party was to make sure Nicole didn’t do anything stupid and throw herself at the bastard who broke her heart, but luckily (for me – she didn’t seem to happy about it) he didn’t show up. Unfortunately, the talent of that night may be talented in a stagey sense, but my Ensemble Bingo raydar was sadly unimpressed. I did, however, manage to pay £20 for two margaritas without realising it. Cripes. They were bloody good though – and bucket sized.
I’m off to do some tinternet browsing now… what, you didn’t expect me to do any actual work now that I’m outta here did you? Madness. With my newfound salary and job security lark, I have three main short term goals.
1) Book some bloody tickets to Vienna to go see Maxie G. (Have you read her blog yet btw?)
2) Find out what corporate rates my new job gets me at Covent Garden gyms and go and sign my ass back up.
3) Get myself one of those fancy little free netbooks with mobile broadband. So I can blog like mad en route to work, since I will actually have important things to do in the daytime pretty soon.
I should probably get going with that then, have a good day folks! Off to Avenue Q tonight, busy busy busy. Next week, I am NOT going to the theatre. I’ve been three times this week and would appreciate being in my bed before 11pm for once. Sigh.
However if any tickets for Private Lives should appear…
RitziCx
PS Anyone who read my last post, it appears PQ89 is still alive, and will return soon. Bloody good job. That is all.
