Back in May I wrote this really self-indulgent post about the fact that my innate hatred for brown nosing, climbing the career ladder kind of stuff had got me precisely nowhere.

I’d come to realise that actually working hard work – albeit behind the scenes – just does not work. unless you are an in your face arse, with no qualifications apart from shouting very loudly about how amazing you are, you get precisely nowhere.

There is a lot of bitterness in this post, I know. Bear with me, Yesterday was not a good day.

Amazingly despite the fact i dont ever go around shouting about myself – I got asked to speak (a 40 minute slot) at a conference in Dubai (and they were going to pay for me to go).

Crack open the champagne, career break extraordinaire. Lots of lovely people to network with and hear me speak…

Hold up. Far too good to be true…

The fantastic imaginary future where I get a job in Australia or Canada or the back of this speech soon crumbled back around my ears. Of course I couldn’t go. Seniority applies here. Despite the fact they actually asked for me.

CRAP

Rest of the day? Went kind of like this – lots of bitterness, lots of worthless feeling, lots of yelling at my poor cat, 2 big glasses of wine, hot bath with bubble bath and candles, cuddles from the man telling me I’m amazing and that they still asked for me.

Result – WOE IS FECKING ME.

I guess life can just be a bitch sometimes.

Kxx