Superfluous

I am taking up a new job in September and I finish my current job at the beginning of August so I can spend four weeks on holiday and doing some networking events in the US. I am still the head of my programme, but suddenly no one talks to me. Well, of course they talk to me, but they don’t talk to me about work. I am superfluous. All the issues are directed to my number two, without any consideration for me. On the one hand, I don’t mind. I can just coast along. On the other, heck, I am still the boss here! Hello! At least ask me what I think, so I can grunt ‘ok’! Geez.

In other news we are hosting a party tonight for the cast and crew of a new west end show at ours. This should be interesting. While our flat is nice and well sized. I believe we are to have something like 50 people over, which could be a bit much! But they should be a fun and interesting group.

Last night I watched “The Opposite of Sex” with Christine Ricci. The movie is from 1998 and it was rather funny, a very black comedy narrated by Ricci’s fucked up character. I highly recommend the film. It was hysterical in that it was prefaced by a disclaimer that “this show contains objectionable views”. This was because Ricci’s character says some of the craziest things about homos which are absurdly funny, I could not help but laugh. Of course, I am sure some politically correct homo probably rang up Fiver and complained. Please.

~ by ctyke on July 15, 2008.