Did I say I’ve been milking this birthday yet? I think I may have done. Yesterday I went to The Wolseley, today I went to my local Asian fusion, Huo, for yet another birthday dinner. I saw my dear friend Pete, known as Uncle Pete due to his venerable age, and it was fab to catch up after a couple of months. It was all down to me, of course; I did not plan to get ill in August but I did, and that scuppered any plan for a catch-up in the middle of summer.
Pete and I go way back. I’ve known him for over a decade, since before I even met Oliver, and he was instrumental in moving me along a certain career decision that eventually freed me from the shackles of being an employee. At times [= every day] I read posts on LinkedIn that talk about secure jobs. I don’t know about you but I’ve never had a secure job. I frankly don’t know what a secure job is.
Maybe CC Baxter in The Apartment had a secure job because he landed it at a time when your first job was gonna be your only job to the end of your days. Not sure whether that would good or bad but certainly having a proven, repeatable, consistent income has to be a good thing for those impossibly rare people who never found themselves hung out to dry. I have often thought that, were I still in my Accenture job, which started over two decades ago, I I would be a millionaire by now.
Next week I am minded to try Canton Blue at The Peninsula for what will probably be my last birthday celebration [until next September, sob!]. I promised myself early this month that I would be less under my own thumb for the foreseeable future because, frankly, what’s the point in working if all I do is to work?