Princess of the World

So one of the reasons that I haven’t posted much this summer is that work has been eating up my whole life. Actually, that’s only partly true, I haven’t been posting much because work was nuts, I’m pretty lazy and the longer you leave it the harder it is to post. Anyway, don’t make a big deal of it internet. We’ll never fight again ‘kay?

The short story of the whole summer is I have been promoted and am now the Manager of Events at the square. Hurrah!

The longer version… I started as a Seasonal Event Coordinator at one of the City squares here about two and a half years ago. Through the power of persuasion (Boobs! Wine! Fantastic competence and appropriate resume!) I convinced them I should be full time and they agreed and made me a permanent position, so for the last two years I have been a full time Event Coordinator.

When the old Manager left in May I took over his position (as the Acting Manager) whilst continuing to do my old job. Still all of my events to shout at and cajole, but now a squillion other things at the same time. It was pretty nuts and I worked my ass off with not enough hours in the day to get things done (except for mastering the margarita, there seemed to be enough hours for practicing that). It was a frantic summer for everyone in the office and everyone worked their butts off to get us through.

Many, many people (like STOP already people!) applied for the job when it was posted a few weeks back so I’m thrilled to have gotten it (and I had to apply and interview for it like everyone else, thanks City regulations, that’s awesome of you). It was a logical step in terms of my career progression and when it looked like the opportunity might arise I grabbed it with both hands and worked like a mother fucker to make sure my skills were shiny and my eyebrows plucked (that is not true, my eyebrows are, uh, Rubenesque?)

But now my weeks are less frantic, my days a little less endless and come January I’ll have a chance to sit back and think about what this all means, what I can do with the extra hours in my day and with a little more routine.

Top of the list for next year:
A trip to Mexico with my lover in the winter, to sit on a beach and drink tequila and read trashy books.
More tennis lessons so I can serve the stupid ball with a little less humiliation.
Weekends away at a cottage in summer with lili and other delightful masters and margaritas (ha!)
Good hair, SURELY it’s my year for good hair.
Have a fan-fucking-tastic 5th wedding anniversary with my sweet ass husband.

I know there’ll be so many more adventures and I look forward to discovering them. It’ll be another busy year (when is it not?) but I’m looking forward to it. Can’t. Fucking. Wait.

Feel the Ruben my friends, believe in the majesty...