Up My Own ....

Ive always been a firm believer that you have to take the rough with the smooth and will be the first to admit that I have a good job and that I am lucky. I mean I work part time most of the time. But last week really was the week from hell.

We were warned in advance that the client would be demaning and that they were not your average bunch.

Still we all arrived on Monday Morning bright and breezy, having navigated our way accross London to our Hotel, The Horsegaurds Parade, at One Whitehall Place London. I didnt even know the Hotel existed but it was the most amazing hotel I have seen in years. A Four storey freestanding Marble Staircase (said to be Europes Largest), my room overlooking the Thames with Views of the London Eye, St Pauls ahd the city Skyline, I really felt like I had landed in a good spot (Lucky Bitch that I am).

Of course it went down hill from there. We had a fairly late start but then had the client interfearing and after an exhausting first day had to have a debriefing which took over 90 mins and ended with a complete stranger telling me I was "So F*ing up my own A**E". I was so shocked I think I rebelled out of the nerve of the woman. I have to be the last person person up my own, and in How Very Dare She? So I made sure I provved her wrong and the whole group of us got the best Evaluations ever. Including my young protege, the guy I trained to do my job alongside me. Altaf, Hats off to you matey, you did us proud. So despite staying in central london I didnt do much but work and eat and drink and be merry. We were all too tird to do much but go to dinner and crash! Still noone said that being a lucky bitch was easy! Only that it was worth it!
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