Sometimes It Makes Me Very Happy

When I'm sat with my headphones on, that no one knows I'm listening to Aerosmith.

We've just moved offices, and on the whole the people here are lovely, but there are a couple of guys here who work in recruitment. Oh my god, I thought *I* was arrogant with an overinflated sense of self importance... Was I that much of a twat when I was 25 or does it take a very special breed of wanker?

RecruitmentWankerNumberOne is currently trying to join a members club. It's got a well-known name but it's nowhere near as exclusive as it used to be. For him, getting in will be the Holy Grail and he's jumping through hoops trying to get through the door.... Maybe he thinks Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant actually *live* there and membership will make them Proper Best Friends Forever...? Anyway, the other day he's bragging to RecruitmentWankerNumberTwo about all the questions he's having to answer but how cool it's going to be when he's a member. I suggested that another club around the corner (equally awesome and with a much nicer (read: bigger) roof terrace) was easier to join: RecruitmentWankerNumberOne turns to me, curls his lips as though I'm something he's just wiped off his shoe, and sneers 'Maybe there's a reason for that, yeah?'.

Prick.

I'm still trying to fit in with everyone here and make them like me so the only comment I could make was 'Well, it was nice enough sitting up on the terrace with (Incredibly Famous Person Who Will Remain Nameless) sipping margaritas', not the 'You're a facetious little prick aren't you, RecruitmentWankerNumberOne?' I wanted to throw at him. I could see he was visibly trying not to look impressed about the Incredibly Famous Person.

Seriously, what a prick.

I know I'm not cool. I love terrible music and I'm not interested in going to Boujis, and I don't give a shit whether my trainers are Converse or Primark. I don't care that I'm not cool. A pair of jeans are just as good from New Look as they are by 7 For All Mankind. I do however care about the fact that this jumped up little prat thinks he can sneer at me and make me feel bad about myself.

He'll get his just desserts, oh yes.