Some particularly annoying news today.
You remember I’m on the cusp of redundancy once more? That my stint as a Chelsea copywriter comes to an ignominious end in less than six weeks?
You might also remember how there was a copywriter job coming up at the parent company of my employer, and how, after speaking to various involved people, I was given the very distinct impression that yours truly was a shoo-in for it.
Guess what? I’m not.
I wouldn’t have minded if it had been just another vacancy. “Just another vacancy” would have been fine: just another application form, no expectations, no raised hopes.
So today, at work, I’m being unbelievably polite and helpful to cover up how annoyed I really am.