Sunday, October 01, 2006
The price of my soul
"Pleased to meet you," I say to the man in the suit."Likewise. And congratulations on the training contract," he says, sipping his beer.
"Thanks," I say.
"Are you looking forward to it?"
"I'm slightly scared," I say.
"Ah, whatever you do don't go into corporate law. My friend did that in Birmingham and she worked 18 hour days for two years. Then she got divorced because of it."
"Ah," I say staring out of the window.
"So what area of law is your training contract in?"
"Corporate."
"Oh." He pauses. "You'll love it!"
by billygean.co.uk at 11:43 AM |
4 Comments:
OOOOOPs! That's just the kind of thing i would say without really knowing what i was talking about.
These sorts of conversations are my favorite. ; ) hee.
Wonderful. And so true.
Me: So where's he going?
B-in-Law: Exeter.
Me: Good. Nice place. Hope he's not studying psych, they're a bunch of narcissistic weirdos who can't break wind. Ha ha. (Uneasy silence) So what's he doing?
B-in-Law: (Quietly) Psychology.
Me: Ah well, maybe it'll suit him then...(conversation trails away)
I havent read your blog for a while, but I have just caught up - I so love reading your escapades - and being his Mum I can understand where you are coming from - but you two have so much fun. Dont ever stop.
With lots of love from tiggermum.
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