The suave professional

[smokingboot]

Brisk on the phone, talking like an adult business woman rather than an idiot child dressing up in her mother's shoulder pads, I sit and discuss work with our TV scheduler, the guy who gives us the when and where: I must be very sophisticated cos I'm sitting in larians posh leather chair that swivels back and round and everything. I have this discussion in the bag, I'm so cool. No, I can't take this shift, yes, I would love to take this shift and of course I'll be there. Talk talk talk cool cool cool - then Surya jumps on my lap with a dead bird, feathers and entrails splat everywhere, and I scream. Mortified, she runs off with her prize, TV scheduler sits rooted in horror as I Blair Witch it right in his ear. I apologise of course.

'No worries,' he says forlornly 'I'm used to people screaming. At least it was near me not at me.'

Poor guy. Still, at least he's not covered with dead crap and feathered muck. Life saves that for suave professionals like me.

Hope I can get this stuff off the chair...

Comments

[cyanidemigraine.livejournal.com]

smooooooth ;)

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Some have a natural talent. And some have whatever I've got *puts head in hands*

Let's catch up sometime:-)