Two things that will probably turn into more

Partner Dan and I were taken out to lunch the other week by the creative directors of the place we are working.

PD is in charge of conversation. I chip in when I'm not daydreaming or when I think it's worth opening my mouth. Unfortunately, on this occasion when I chose to partake in conversation, it resulted in something pretty much word for word to this:

Scene: a pizza place. A pizza is placed down in front of each of the involved people: PD, me, CD 1 and CD 2. As the last pizza is being placed down in front of CD 2, the kind of shy one, I say:

"Bloody hell, you've got a small one!"

Thinking sometimes helps, yet never happens.

Today, I was in a meeting presenting some work. I was sitting next to one of those alien like conference phone contraptions. It started ringing as the 'set up' was being done, so I cleverly worked out how to stop the noise; I hung up on them. I looked around the room for approval. I saw props in their faces, smiles, admiration for sorting this problem out so promptly. High five freelance girl, they thought. I had done well. I mentally congratulated myself. Ten seconds later, the phone started ringing again. Persistent bugger, I thought, and I got ready to press the magic button again. The dude who was 'setting up' took one swift move to answer the phone, almost putting a rip in his bone (I know) coloured trousers. Apparently it was the announcement that the head marketing president whom we were waiting for was waiting patiently in reception.

One day I will be impressive. Mark my words bitches.