On Friday a consultancy opportunity fell into our lap – a friend of a friend’s sister is consulting with one of those corporate monoliths. You know the type; enormous glass swing doors, corp dress code, job functions and departments with mind-blowing acronyms. This reminds me, for the first time in months, that my hair doesn’t do that thing that corporate women’s hair does.
So here I am, an hour early. I’m always a bloody hour early, diligence has got to the point of making me inefficient. Just sitting in Starbucks (I’ve been meaning to boycott Starbucks for years now, I’m pretty sure I disagree with everything they stand for: creative tax avoidance, ruination of the independent coffee shop, they are the purveyors of branded, fashion ‘coffee-drinks’, and look at the size of the cups, you’d never get that in Europe).
I’m drinking the sweetest coffee concoction they’ll sell me, because I didn’t have time for breakfast. I toyed with grabbing some sashimi on the go, then promptly remembered it’s that type of thing that landed me in this mess.
I’ve read a 26 page report. I think I know what’s what. I just hope that I don’t make any horrendous faux pas’. When I’m nervous I talk more, and the more I talk, the more chance there is that I’ll be an idiot.
Turns out a ‘venti’ anything is not good for calming the nerves.