I was feeling bold yesterday, so it was new Kate that went to meet old colleagues. Out with the jeans and t-shirt and in with short skirt, tight top and knee-high boots!
To be honest, it wasn’t a great night. It turned out that there’s a reason that I didn’t keep in touch with all those people for a reason. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with them, but we never clicked at the time, let alone now we don’t even have work in common. Susan was probably the closest to a friend there, and even then once every few months is plenty enough for a catch-up.
There were about eight people there, including me, and there was a slightly older guy called Martin who always looked down at me when I was working with him. Technically we were at the same level, but I was the “new girl” who had so much to learn, but he was always so patronising about it. Anyway, I get the feeling that he saw me in a second light when I turned up in my newly sassified form and when we talked about work and how I was managing a couple of people now and suddenly he I was interesting to him. So when he tried to quietly ask me for my number later I quite enjoyed loudly turning him down by explaining how I’d just come out of a relationship so I wasn’t looking for anything.
I know it’s not a big thing, but it felt like total payback for the two years he thought he was too good for me.