22 Oct The dream week of a London PA
You make it to the office in time for that 9am client meeting you’re minuting, only to find out your boss is stuck on the central line. Looks like that presentation you worked on all weekend, you’re now going to have to present yourself. By some miracle (and the fact you pretty much are the MD around here), you smash it. You can almost smell the pay rise from here.
After spending 10 minutes staring blankly at his calendar wondering why they didn’t put ‘magician’ in the job description, you get a meeting cancellation. Hallelujah! And for all he knows you’ve moved hell and earth to “squeeze something in the diary tomorrow”.
Your mid-morning coffee run for the SMT meeting earns you enough stamps to bank a free one for yourself. You add that to your reserve of fulfilled loyalty cards and look forward another well-earned coconut latte on the way in tomorrow.
Awards ceremony tonight and HOORAY! your boss has his outfit dry cleaned in advance. You get there and not a single soul refers to you as his wife all night. A couple of cocktails and a three course meal later, he’s ready to leave. You’re home in time for Love Island. Result!
End of the week and your boss sadly can’t carry home that limited edition bottle of Dom Pérignon he was gifted last night. It’s yours if you want it. Call the girls – Friday night is sorted!
Obligatory check of the work phone at 7am, greeted with the joy of a blank home screen. Congratulations – you now have permission to lie in like every other normal human…