It's a hard knock life..

A hard knock life it is, couldn't have described it better myself.
My alarm went off at 6 this morning. I immediately realised that the bottle of red, and the packet of pop corn I had for dinner last night had done me no good.
I slowly opened one eye. Although my room was dark the sight of the world was too much to take in and I could feel an irritating headache coming on.
I closed my eyes again, rolled down on the winter cold floor and started counting down from 60.

- Did you sleep well? and what are you doing on the floor asked my date, a sexy italian consultant that I've been seeing for a few weeks. Apart from being 5 years younger, he is also aspiring to be the worlds greatest lover and cook. Not bad! Combined with the fact that he doesn't snore and have an adorable accent, the man is a bargain :)


48, 47, 46, - I am waking up, and on my way to take a shower, I replied.
As for sleep, did not sleep long but when I did, it was top quality deep sleep.

I stumbled into the bathroom, a quick facial wrinkle inspection, which confirmed that I won't have to get botox just jet.

After a long, warm shower, I got dressed and hit the road. Site survey, VIP - visit read my calender. I made a quick pitstop at my local coffe shop, a polish staffed canteen styled breakfast haven. The lady behind the counter looked at me and said "full fried"?
To which I replied, Continental with a caffe latte please. I have made a promise to myself to eat more healthy organic food, but with a potential hangover luring around the corner, I started regretting it.

I got in to the office just before 8. My boss met me in the door and said, "I've got something for you, for tonight".
-What could that be, I replied. A handsome stranger and a bottle of champagne? Dinner with Jamie Oliver?

-Hold your horses, it is a function..

- Oh, time to get my little black number out then, finally. What am I representing?

- I've put you down as head of security. I know you will be brilliant, you have the experience and the looks to go with it.
Upmarket venue and posh crowd, I am sure you will like it.


I forced a fake smile upon my face, great!

I was looking forward to a quiet Friday in, me myself and I, flat out on the sofa. Visually entertained by my much beloved flatscreen tv. I had been counting on it so much that I've actually gone out and bought a new, very soft and warm blanket, just for the occasion. Weekends off are a rariety and needs to be celebrated when they occur!

Upmarket venue, that usually mean a strange and clutterly decorated confinement, hosting a large number of attention seeking, stuck up wannabies, with money and material things being the common denominator. These people are usually cosmetically challenging, borderline obese and dressed up in ill fitting, small and revealing outfits.
They thrive on odd conversation, repulsive dance moves and chemical substances hazardous to health.
Most of them are loonies looking to mate and date. Somewhat rejected and under the influence, the find themselves left with one option, to pursue the security..


Watch this space, I will log in with an update and a need for councelling! :)