So on Thursday I have to go to work again, like the past four years haven’t been enough, and this Thursday is a special one – being the last day of the week because it’s “Easter”. Now this actually confuses and infuriates me: am I supposed to dress like it’s casual Friday, or am I supposed to dress like a normal Thursday? I wish somebody would write a book about these things, so we all know what to do.
And what I decide is something halfway between the two. I’m not wearing suit trousers and a shirt, but I’m not turning up in jeans either. What I’m wearing in the end is: soft cotton white shirt with blue stripes from the Gap, pale blue thin Ralph Lauren Polo Golf jumper, pair of Ralph Lauren chinos, dark brown leather belt from the Gap, dark brown leather boots from Gucci, navy Ralph Lauren bag with brown leather handles.
In the office I take off the jumper and roll the shirt sleeves up and I’m ready for the day.
Then I meet Mean for lunch and he asks me if I came straight from the Hamptons.
Then I go back in the office and some guy asks me if I’m off to the Hamptons later.
Then I investigate the good looking guy from the Apprentice a bit more (see yesterday’s post) and I can’t say that this has reached a level of obsession yet, but it’s pretty close. And what we know about this guy so far is:
His name is Lee McQueen.
(= a decent Anglo-Saxon name)
He is a 30 year old …
(= a good age, he’s lived his life, he’s had his fun, he’s now ready to settle down with me)
…Recruitment Sales Manager…
(= unfortunately he’s a twat)
…from Princes Risborough.
(I have no idea what this means, but I’m negatively predisposed)
Son of a milkman…
(I’ll pretend I didn’t just read that)
…Lee realised at an early age the importance of working hard…
(= we have nothing in common)
…and getting your foot on the property ladder. Lee bought his first house aged 18 and then went on to buy one for his mother in return for all the support she has given him.
(Oh fuck off)
Lee describes himself as a cat – sometimes purring with affection and other times just biting.
(A master of allegory)
He has over eight years experience in the recruitment industry gained predominately in IT. To cheer up his colleagues he likes to do a "reverse pterodactyl" which involves him standing on a chair and screeching.
(I’m starting to change my mind here)
He says: "There is no airy-fairy stuff with me, I tell it how I see it."
I still love him.