My name is Veronica and I’m more than an office girl.
Is The World An Oyster?
I’ve been thinking a lot about me recently. I think I need a change. No, changes. I don’t think I’m happy in Glasgow. I try to like it, telling myself it’s nicer than some people would have you believe. Sure it’s got some fine bars and restaurants, and the shopping is fabulous. But in the cold light of day it’s no Paris, Barcelona or even London which I’m not fond of. This is Wednesday and the rain has finally stopped. It’s been on non-stop since Sunday night. It’s depressing and grey and it makes me depressed and grey. The brightest thing about today is my red underwear. I’m glad I’m going to Spain, even if it is with ‘Him’. I need some real daylight.
Then there’s my job. Not so much a change of job that’s required, more a rich man which would allow me to give up this work thing for ever. I really don’t want to work. The people here are OK and Linda has been a great friend.
I sometimes talk about being lonely but whilst I think I crave companionship, deep down I’m fairly sure I’m a bit of a loner. I’ve become used to me and I think I quite like me.
I’m going to do some serious thinking in Spain about my future.
I don’t like Glasgow
I don’t like my job
I have savings
Time to seriously move on?
The Best Reason To Go To Work?
9.00 am, Wednesday.
Another wet day in the city.
‘Linda’ has phoned in sick today.
I’m almost disappointed. I think I’m going to miss her presence.
She’s like the best reason to come to work.
I think it’s going to be a long day.
(And I spent so much time choosing my undies today!)
Girl Friday
Another Friday.
Following the break-up with ‘Him’ I began to ‘not like’ Fridays very much. It meant the weekend was almost upon us and while most of us live for this I started to find them to be lonely days. Most of my friends are married or have partners so it can be quite difficult trying to arrange something and my only real ’single’ friend works every other Saturday.
I’m afraid this is one of these weekends.
I don’t think I can face another shopping mall.
And the weather here has been so lousy you can’t even rely on a bit of sunshine to cheer you up.
Everything seems very grey.
Introducing Veronica
Straight to the point.
My name is Veronica Park.
For a while (mostly at school) I was known as Nicky.
At college this somehow became Vicky – I suppose because my name starts with V.
I hated the name Veronica st school.
Now I think it’s kinda cool.
You can read more about me in ‘Me’
