In at the deep end

The beast reminded me today that it was only 3 weekends ago that we were all dancing like crazy loons in Foo's house for NYE. It feels like 80 yrs ago. I can't believe its only been 14 days (prob a bit more but maths has never been my strong point) since I've been at the helm at ThisPlace. While on the one hand I'm feeling excited and invigorated by the challenge - on the other I feel like it's consumed my life. I was in the office til 10pm one eve last week and I'm taking it for granted that I will be up at 6am tomorrow trawling through the Internet sites so I can 100% guarantee I know who's licked who's face and what DB has had for breakfast. Got a bit annoyed with TB earlier because I was worried his move is still no further on - but in reality, I probably need him to take his time - otherwise he'd be here thinking I was having an affair with the office mouse anyway. Sooo chuffed with the news that it looks like our VB cover has exceeded expectations in sales - but now shitting it in advance of the next one as I want to prove I can make TP fly again. It's like having exam results every week. Still keep having guilt pangs re the dismissal I had to give a week ago - but I know it was the right decision. Just keep seeing DH's pleading face. Have to remember she made her team cry, was untrustworthy, no one wanted to work with her and was bad for the reputation of TP. The fact remains that OldEd shouldn't have hired her in the first place. It's just difficult realising I can now change the course of someones life in an instant... Talking of
which, I know MD is going to ask me about the PicEd again - she wants him out, I know S is better - I just feel uncomfortable about the whole thing as I know PE will be gutted. He doesn't think he can get a job anywhere else. And I think he's right.

Liar liar

So its about midway through January (ish anyway) and i have been spouting on to anyone who'll listen that i am ON DETOX. Which actually doesn't mean cleansing the body of all bad things (i still ate roast potatoes on Saturday and some sprouts which got the better of me) but i have told everyone i am NOT DRINKING FOR JANUARY. But I have a confession. Tonight I drank three LARGE glasses of red wine. Not only that, but i did the same last Thursday (actually maybe four). But I am not going to admit it to any of my friends. Because they do not need to know. Why? Because they are all being holier than thou on their non-drinking drive and the only reason i did it was for WORK purposes. On both occasions I was meeting people i needed to schmooze - and they were both drinking/boozeaholics. So if I didn't join them I would've looked like a boring twerp and they'd think 'She's no fun, what's the point of ever doing business with her or even ever speaking to her again?' So there you have it. It was a work-related retox. But if anyone asks I am still on a detox. Even though I can hardly see the keypad and have had to do spell-check on this about 80 million times. Hic.

Poolside drivel

As this is my first entry I think I should begin with a sentiment I will try to uphold throughout our journey together. The true reason for me taking this picture is in fact just very shallow - its on the rooftop of Soho House New York - taken at about 7.30am from the smugness of my sun-lounger, while the staff there looked on in disbelief at this pasty white little Brit who had arrived so darn early (with her poor sleep-deprived boyfriend in tow). But I was determined to get myself a sun-worshipping spot and if that meant getting up at dawns crack, so be it. Because tanning is a job. And I take that job very seriously.