I feel like cheering or cracking open the vodka! The week that I left my underwear in the middle of the office is drawing to a close. I survived the next days with minimal talking and no one has said anything. Although Rob was singing the thong song yesterday and smirking. I think it was just a coincidence though....
I am getting there though - really - I am now a fully fledged marketing executive and I am learning. I even came up with some proper marketing strategies and ideas. Okay they were rejected by Jay pretty much without even listening to them but he promised to, "consider these ideas in the future certainly."
He did however call me good girl. Is there a way to discourage this I wonder?
As I think this about this Jay arrives - I smile in a professional manner - the manner of one who should definitely not be called "Good Girl"
"Kate?" He summons. I look up brightly with an air of steely professionalism.
Jay gives me a patronising smile before saying brusquely, "Be a good girl and make me a cup of tea."
I fume - right that's it - I'm spitting in his tea.
I wonders if Jay is as annoying in bed as he is in the office. My head fills with unpleasant images - the precise gray curls on his head and ... well you get my drift. I wonder if he shouts,
"Strewth!" or "Gosh" or "Jolly good show."
Do you know what - that's a visual place I do NOT want to explore.