I was going to write a sincere and heartfelt post about the engagement party, birthday and wedding I attended this weekend. The wedding, especially, since it was a mindful and real ceremony where both participants – and their families – had clearly thought carefully about why they were getting married and what qualities they loved and respected in the other, and were able to articulate their thoughts and feelings clearly and without revolting sentimentality.
However, as it happens, I’m too exhausted. Three evenings of gallivanting in succession have wiped me out. Probably not helped by the previous week’s salmonella poisoning, I grant you.
And now I’ve just had to sit in a two hour meeting while three senior colleagues got into whatever the female equivalent of a pissing match is. It was like being the kid caught between parents passively-aggressively ‘discussing’ an issue and laying blame. But without the option of storming off to my room, slamming the door, and playing Radiohead at maximum volume until supper time.
This particular fight had to come and is, in fact, long overdue. Things need to change, absolutely. I just wish I wasn’t caught in the middle, with both sides trying to get me to agree with their opinion when all I really want to say is:
“Shut up, all of you. I disagree with the lot of you, jointly and severally, for numerous reasons – the main one being that what you are saying is RUBBISH. Complete and utter nonsensical twaddle. And also because you, Old Fashioned Editor Woman, are sly and back-stabbing and aggravating beyond bearing. You should just do what I say right from the start, save yourselves and me a great deal of time and energy, and then we could all get on with our jobs and stop having idiotic meetings where nothing gets decided.”
Oh, and the next person who tells me that we could get our illustrations more cheaply by using local artists [this, despite the current exchange rate with the pound and US dollar meaning that we’re actually getting a fantastic deal on our overseas commissions] is more than welcome to try doing my job. No, really, be my fucking guest.