Without wanting to beat my breasts as a militant feminist, I am currently furious with myself. I'm self-raging as frankly I've accepted a new job where, once again, I am someone's assistant. Now, it's irrefutable that in most cases the boss is of the peen-owning variety and the woman of the submissive, ordered, administrative sort. I fit into this perfectly and yet it seems so confined. My beloved manflesh and I both went to 'good' universities, not Oxbridge grant you, but still recognised institutions. He is doing fabulously and, within his chosen path, he is certainly considered something of a precocious talent. Whilst I organise the travel plans of a Little Man. How did this happen? I am going nowhere, I have no transferable skills, in short, I am qualified for nothing! Must I accept my own mediocrity? Now? So soon? I'm not talking about changing the world, simply exercising my brain from time to time and experiencing some uncharted thoughts in the course of the day. Not just considering how to break the news to Little Man that due to company allegiance the airmile program will not recognise five flights booked through a rival operator.
Did I mention that I am not a travel-rep?
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