~Chapter 1~
Monday 21stSeptember:
8:45am – Starting a diary is always difficult; I don’t really know why I am struggling, it isn’t as if anybody is actually going to read this. Anyway, I have a big interview today; I am going for a job as an International Business Analyst. To be honest I have no idea why I am even going for the job, I don’t want it. Mum is always going on at me to get a job in the city. It is almost as if working in the square mile is all anybody aspires to. What is so great about putting on a suit and sitting behind a desk for 12 hours a day? Personally I don’t understand it, but I guess I have to pay for beer somehow; I can’t rely on an allowance from mum for much longer. Right, I better sign off other wise I will be late.
Actually, one last thought, isn’t it weird how you tend to write a diary as if you are having a conversation with someone? As if the paper has ears to listen and a brain to comprehend. Anyway, speak soon.
5:00pm – Well it’s me again. The interview went pretty well, in as much as they pretty much offered me the position. Mum will be pleased. I personally thought that the office looked like a battery chicken farm, but instead of feathers everyone wears handmade suits and marinates themselves in aftershave and perfume. The secretary was attractive; however I suppose most corporate secretaries are. I was quite impressed with the fact that I was able to sit for a good 30 minutes talking to the interviewer as if I actually gave a shit. Although with all of the buzz words he was using I am not sure how long I can keep up the façade. On a more positive note I was able to finish another 3 poems on the tube on the way home; the anthology is starting to grow! Mum says that there is no money in poetry, she might be right, but I don’t care, as long as I can buy beer and food then I am happy. I’m meeting Ava tonight, you don’t know her yet, but you will. I’ve been trying to build up the courage to ask her out for so long! I am hoping (although if all of the other nights are to go by I have no chance) that tonight might be different and I might actually kiss her!
Before you get too excited tonight is NOT a date…although every part of me wants it to be. I’ve always been stuck in the ‘friends zone’.
That’s enough for now, wish me luck!
Speak soon.
Tuesday 22ndSeptember
10:17am – Me again, I woke up next to Ava this morning…But alas, it was just a dream. The mind can be a cruel bastard sometimes. Anyway, got an email offering me the job this morning, I wasn’t expecting to hear back from them so soon. Mum will be pleased. I start in 2 weeks so I better get myself some new marinade.
Speak soon.
1pm – No improvement on the anthology. Feeling hungry. I better get some food.
Speak soon.
3pm – You haven’t been here before, this is Holborn library. Don’t worry though you will get used to it, this is where we come to hide when we don’t want to join/face the ‘rat race’. Occasionally we actually get some work done here as well. Although today we aren’t alone, there is an incredibly hot brunette sitting on the table opposite me. She doesn’t know it yet but I have asked her out 3 times so far, she has said yes twice and no once…not a bad result I guess. I always feel that if I spent as much time concentrating on writing poems and speaking to women as I do talking to you and fantasising then I may be a published poet by now, or better, getting laid. Oh well, at least we can hide behind ‘writers block’ for another hour or so, after all, you can’t rush ‘perfection’. Oh I almost forgot to tell you, mum called me earlier today congratulating me on my new job and she offered to buy me my first hand made suit. I don’t think that my acting was as convincing then my scene in the interview as she quickly picked up on my sarcasm. ‘In 2 years you could be the manager’ she proclaimed, ‘think of the life style you could have’ she said. I translate that as ‘you can buy an overpriced lunch and spend most of your life in a prison cell (sorry I mean office)’. Now I can’t see how anybody would find that unappealing, can you? I know, I know, you can’t understand my sarcasm, you’re just paper. But don’t beat yourself up about it, nor do most people.
