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Daily Diary
15th November, 2023
Went peak Arsene Wenger today for my work outfit: navy suit, white shirt, loud red tie and silver cuff-links. My feet are absolutely killing me — blisters above both ankles, consequences of wearing genuine leather shoes. My body isn’t used t pristine quality, evidently. Try to numb the pain by putting on two socks today.
I feel the prick every step I take, wincing my way through SW1.
Aced work today — my first actual case! Interacted with the customer, took full ownership, introduced myself via email with elan, followed up with a classy video message that screamed understated confidence and a zeal to please. My CEO wrote me a sterling email and CC’d some serious big-guns. Damn. I’d be bouncing on my feet if weren’t for the bloody blisters.
Took the Mrs downtown to South Bank to watch the pretty Xmas popups. Gorgeous lights, London’s mesmeric skyline against the backdrop of a chilly, dark, foreboding Thames and the neon porn lights of skateboard parks and made-in-China Christmas trees. Strolled around town, sipping hot chocolate, belly full of Lebanese doner kebab, polished off with orgasm inducing mango sorbet gelato — living the life eh?
It’s gotten chilly now.
The days are short AF. The nights are cold AF.
