Let’s face it, we’ve all both delivered and been recipients of the “I would love to, but I might have something on this Friday,” or the “Yeah, that might be cool. I’ll see how it pans out.”
Remember when I said I’ll write what I want, when I want? Yeah, I wasn’t kidding. 3 years later and this is the first post I’m actually (planning on) sharing. Go figure.
Being an auditor making his way through the ranks of the business world has its perks, albeit that they’re often more sparse than nuns in a brothel.
With you having barely slipped your hairy nether regions into freshly laundered undies after writing that one 8 hour examination, you’re shoved – kicking and screaming – in front of hundreds of new faces; New, old faces who all seem so knowledgeable, so experienced and so… scary.
I’m a nobody.
If you, by some miraculous misfortune, found your way to this blog, I expect you’ll be thoroughly disappointed in the fact that I am no celebrity. I have no claim to fame. I’m no self-made billionaire, no Ghandi, no property mogul, no prophet. Considering my abs have the definition of a sandbag, it’s unlikely that I’m a world-renowned fitness expert and, despite what I would have my better half believe, I am certainly no Casanova.