Eeek!

Sent my picture to Ad Man. I don't know why I'm scared, I walk around with this face all day and any number of people are free to look at it. On the other hand I don't go around asking everyone that looks at me what they think of my face so there are marked differences.

Awful, horrendous, cry-in-the-toilets day at work today. Horrible boss conversations about how I'm not handling the pressure of my job properly and should be working like a demon possessed as opposed to a girl on a modest salary who works for less-than-nice men. I'm basically scared of my own job because I don't truly believe I can do it. Apparently 'The Board' is scrutinizing me at the moment, and people's necks are on the line. Slightly misleading because if my area of responsibility goes tits up it'll be me out on my arse, not any of them. They'll all just get together at the local 'look how much money we can chuck about' eaterie (they go to places called 'eateries' - they're that sort of people) and discuss me in the past tense whilst inhaling wine and cigars.

On the other hand the real people here, the girls I work with, are fab. They make it bearable. We've just opened a bottle of Chianti and are about to down tools and have a Friday afternoon goss. Sadly that's not enough to keep me here - I really must look for something less scary so I can start sleeping again.

I don't know how much more change I can take. First The Ex, now potentially the job and next my house breaking up. But no time to write about that now. I think I might need to start keeping Chianti under my desk - things are looking rosier with every sip...