Last night was a good gig. In fact, a great gig. I floated home on my own ego thinking that maybe I actually can do this stand up comedy lark.
I had the most peaceful relaxing sleep ever imaginable, the nerves of the night gone, safe in the knowledge that I had done 4 gigs in two weeks, and feeling rather proud of myself.
The next morning I woke up slightly late, as ever. And rose to a happy shower, even breakfast.. Before sauntering off for my Friday at work.
I bought a paper and sat on the tube knowing that the forthcoming weekend was my weekend off, no thinking of comedy. Just relaxation. And it started from now.
The tube was delayed, but today I did not fret or worry, I just read my book Love All the People – Bill Hicks) and felt that warm ego glow surrounding me like an aura.
I turned up for work maybe 20 mins late. Did the normal false apology (sorry I’m late [insert excuse here*])
I had to check emails and things (as is a temps prerogative) I heard the usual tut from the boss behind me – but today, like batfink my wings were like a shield of steel (for wings read ears) and I ignored it. Shortly after I heard her ask my immediate boss for a ‘quick word’. I knew I was in trouble. They came out and I was asked in.
I was given a dressing down on lateness (guilty) shabbiness (guilty) internet use (guilty) crapness at job (guilty) attitude (guilty). Thought I was about to get fired, but miraculously not.
I was told that in a job like accounting you have to be dedicated, have an eye for detail and work hard. I wanted to counter this telling him that this was just a temp job, that in my ‘real’ job you’ve never seen anyone more dedicated or hardworking. But I guessed (probably correctly) that this would not win any argument and would make sound up my own arse.
So I sat back at my desk feeling a bit dejected, after being through thumped backed to earth after last nights high.
* Cat eating your homework not advised