“You have to, you’re doing your Leaver’s presentation this week.”
“Which is why I’m not going. What am I going to tell them? That I’m going to spend my future career pushing a broom around my Mum’s coffee shop?”
Janet rolled her eyes, then propped one hip on the desk in front of mine, arms crossed. It was her ‘girl with attitude’ stance and she did it way too well. “You could tell them the truth.”
I gave her my ‘don’t be ridiculous’ look, which I do way too well. Too much practice. Between her and Mum I use it at least once a day. Sometimes it makes a difference, usually not.
“If you don’t get up there and say something, I will.”
“You’ve already done yours, remember? That whole dramatic speech about being knocked over by Susan Matheson in PE and being inspired to go into paediatric psychology to protect kids from bullies.” I rolled my eyes. “Susan’s now being picked on by first-years, you’ve got your own fan club, and none of them know you’re actually going into Finance.”
“Where I’ll be dealing with adults with the mental and emotional maturity of spoiled 14-year-olds on a sugar high. Like I said, paediatric psychology.”
She should be in PR, or politics, Janet can spin anything.
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