Tweet-tweet. Twittering and wittering. The day rolls by.
After work, daylight savings have come in. Everyone is a bit flat in the evenings on the train.
Let me tell you: I know a thing or two. These young guys with their computers and their MBAs, what do they know? Nothing. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true but the point is, you can’t match experience. It’s all about people. Who you know and how to deal with them. Soft skills, they call it. What’s soft about that? You can’t get what I’ve got from books you know.
Pardon me…didn’t mean to…that is…bother…um
Pondering, pondering, pondering. Wonder what’s for dinner? Anything on telly? What to do at the weekend? What’s that guy scribbling and looking at me? What will I do? I know: stare him down, through my bug-eyed sunnies.