It was a great day out (even if it did have to begin at 5.30am), a break from the absolute tedium that accompanies me everywhere else, as I attempt to sell out such creativity as I once held fast to, and gather the necessary real world experience to sell myself as best I can in the wrecked marketplace later this year. Tomorrow I must return to the client's office and resume audit documentation and no doubt read emails from managers complaining about the standard of my audit documentation on the last client's fieldwork or the one before that, coupled with dire warnings of appraisal season coming. Oooh. Well, if I can't see the writing on the wall for that one, then I'm even less astute than they think I am.
Can't kill the beast, though - not on a day like today. Worked very productively on the children's stories on the plane there and back. Tee hee...and then there's the aftermath of yesterday's film meeting to pick through. Diligent dilettante, that's me.
On which subject, this is a first draft blog, so sense it doth not necessarily make. It will skip about as does my mind. Or else what's the point? Nobody invited anybody. It's a small enterprise. It shall have one reader - myself.
