I am reaching the end of my contract here at this temporary Beccles position and will shortly be back in my "hmmm, what to do with my life" period. I do so despise having to think too much. I've applied to a few acting companies, although there are only two in Norfolk/Suffolk (no huge surprise there, ever heard of that fabulous Hollywood great from Lowestoft...? No, me neither). So now I'm back to pondering over whether I should move to London or not. Well, there isn't much to ponder - of course I should move back to London. But the expense is something I'm not sure I can handle right now. I guess I'll have to get my thinking cap on. *sigh*.
Until then, I shall be looking forward to my leaving drinks on Friday. I work for a company consisting mainly of men, so it should be an interesting night. Not that there are any young, free and single blokes, but when I've had a few drinks I tend to lose a lot of my dignity (yes I know it must be hard to believe...). Over the years I have developed a lot of lady-like qualities and I no longer find enjoyment in burping competitions or slipping laxatives into people's tea just for a laugh (oh ok, maybe sometimes it is quite amusing). But after a few drinks and my initial tendency to speak a bit posher (I've no idea why this happens, alcohol is a funny thing) I then change into the happy, bubbly, laugh-a-minute girl I used to be. My London accent gets stronger without me even realising it, although to be fair - a bit of Essex rears it ugly head after a couple of sherbets, which is never a good thing!
My main concern is that I leave on a high and everybody remembers me for being the girl who was a really good laugh. Although I have a fairly strong feeling it may just be - the girl who was a good laugh until she peaked after that last shot of tequila, puked over the barman, fell over the doorstep on the way out and cried on her Manager's lap because she's "sssssssooooooo lonely"!!!!
Maybe I'll stick to lemonade.
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