This week, I have spent a many more hours on match-making and Speed Dating websites. I am now an expert. I know how much they charge, what they offer, who they offer it to, where they offer it and how many dates you get for your money. And I'm afraid the dating events scene is indeed that mercenary - give me as many dates as pounds spent, or I'm not booking.
So if anyone needs a date, I'm the girl to ask. Erm, hang on a second - I don't mean if you need a date, ask me out. I mean, if you need a date, I can tell you where to find one. For clarification purposes, I am not offering myself out as a date. I am not free for dates.
I have also spent a certain amount of time this week in prison cells. Trapped in a very, very dark room, listening to ghostly sounds, getting very hot. And if I'm entirely honest, slightly freaked out by the recorded shrieks and yells.
On top of which, I have totally over-indulged my new shoe fetish. Which is going to have to be discussed on an entirely different post altogether.
And all of the above have been for the sake of the new job. Yes, I have been to prison for my new job - which I have only been in for a week - now tell me that's not dedication.
2 comments:
Oh now that sounds helpful - so help me out!!!!!!
Now, now, Ms Nun. I can't just go giving up my trade secrets on the open air - then everyone would be an expert and I'd have lost my edge.
Will transfer knowledge off air.
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