Realising you are never going to be something doesn't usually happen. You take gradual steps to becoming something else so it starts to appear obvious that you're not going to live your life as say, a forensic scientist or an astronaut. Tonight however, whilst serving dessert wine to a table of Oxfordian graduates, I realised I will never be in the high brow of society. Tattoo creeping out of cuff and stain on boob, I scoffed to myself at their exam-related banter. "And so I told him, if you're going to plagiarise next time don't use your own professor's articles!"- violent chortling ensued.
I've never met a more electic mix of people, the staff I mean. A teeny Japanese woman who kept flapping and cursing at the others (who said stereotypes weren't fair?!), some gothic pregnant chick and a Polish bodybuilder called Bart. I realised I was happier to be speaking those paid an hourly rate at our dirty kitchen sink than perching with the lawyers in the room opposite.
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