I glance at the calendar and sigh.
Four months ago I was sitting behind that door, waiting for a blond secretary call.
It was the job conversation day. It was one of the most stressing day of my life.
They were five: four man and a woman. The oldest man was flicking through my curriculum while I hardly bent on a chair. The other three were watching me and I remember the one thing I would wish if I rubbed a lamp and a genie suddenly appeared: disappear.
So here I am now, with my new job, working for that people. It wasn't easy. I steel feel amestruck when the boss reproach me.
My boss doesn't wants me. He got angry when I was engaged. I suspected he thinks I'm rather incapable, but I know I'm not. I live for those days when he will understand that I'm a talented boy. I love my job. And my boss loves his job, too.
I work for the biggest fuckin' bastard I've ever known.
We call him Mr. Dande for two reasons: first, it's the acronym of his name; second, he's a dandy.
He's gorgeous, no two ways about it. He's secretly fancied by every woman here. He's tall, brawny, shiny short brown hair, eyebrows perfectly arching deep black eyes, kissable pouting lips.
He's well aware of his charm and his charisma, he's well aware of the effect he has on people and he doesn't care using them. But he doesn't with us.
There are only few people here that MrDande doesn't worthy of his attentions, and no one of us is so lucky to be one of them.
I wish I would be one day.

Three months ago, I never would have envisioned being connected by computer to the lives of millions of people. As a good mixer accustomed to meet people around, I felt a little dislike for at the concept of blogs.
Now I'm here sitting,@ my computer in the heart of the night, editing my first post.
I know the reason that induce me to do this, I'm aware of it. I just need a little time to have the nerve to face it.
I'd like to think that this will be soon.