Chapter 25

• The best part about dating Adam The Tick Boxer is that it keeps me from thinking about work. I have diligently obeyed the face time rule (part of the culture in my office - i.e., when your boss is in, you are at your desk, sending emails and visibly being a hard worker). Obviously, it is nonsense because half the floor goes to the gym at 6.30 p.m. and returns at 8 p.m. to write a few emails, eat dinner on the company's dime, and then take a taxi home on the company's dime, but never mind). I proposed three additional reports (the luxury booze market! The luxury car market! The effect of sales on luxury stocks!) and have generally been a good little associate. I am making an effort.
• Charlotte and I have almost daily coffee dates. Underneath her shy exterior, she is actually quite amusing. She spent the weekend moving out of the flat she shared with Phil and into one with her brother, and she seems ecstatic about it. She said yesterday that whenever she feels sad, she just thinks about all the things she dislikes about him and believes that breaking up was the best thing that could have happened to her. Is not that amazing?
• Nonetheless, I have been looking forward to the moment I can leave work every day this week. I am ignoring the fact that I should not be thinking this way about my job, especially since I have a fairly serious one that should demand more of my attention. I suppose it would if I were ambitious. But - and here's a shocker - after working 12-hour days, every day, since the day I started, I am beginning to suspect that I am not ambitious - at least not for anything on offer here.