So, sometimes my job is pretty awesome

See this place?

That's the Grosvenor House Hotel. On a scale of London hotels, the worst being 'wet cardboard box in Hyde Park' and the best being 'swanky moon landing', this hotel scores the latter. It is like landing on the swanky, glitzy and regal moon.

Guess which cheeky ASM has charmed an invite to the Annual Pharmacy Awards, to be held in just such a hotel!

Oh yes. I take back all the whinging, sometimes my job affords me the perkiest of perks.

The best thing is, it is being held three days after I come back from my sexy month-long backpack adventure in Thailand! It will be literally like swapping a wet cardboard box for the lap of shiny luxury.

I am going to buy a swanky dress and lots of gold jewellery and do big hair and network.

So, I used to read a lot of Margaret Atwood

back in the day, when I used to care about feminism. Now I'm a lapsed feminist and am too damn busy to read anything anyway.

But the other day I remembered about The Robber Bride. Specifically, about the character Tony, who spells all words backwards and creates another world from them. I mentioned it to Charlie, and now everything is backwards. We can't stop, it's unstoppable. Eblappotsnu.

Tony talks about how renaming people with their mirror-names reveals another side of their personality. Because this is now my game, I get to assign identities. So, I am Ycul Skrab, fierce Mongol pirate-god, in the Ghengis Khan model. Charlie is Reilrahc Kcaj, Norse explorer and inventor of steamtrains, but also has a second secret identity as Eilrahc, the mythical bringer of jam to foreign lands.

Now I only answer to my Mongol name. I sign my emails with it and have long conversations with people about the feasability of annexing Leicestershire.

I urge everyone to fulfill their potential and unlock their inner mirror-person.

Update on the life front:

Job: not interested.

Adventure in Thailand with Emma: interested.

D -17 days.

I am inside out with exitement.