I've made it onto committee. Yay!
My co-officer is a former child star who went a private school with fees of £29K a year. A healthy year's salary to send these plonkers somewhere with Steinways.
It's very very difficult to be in such an environment with such people and not feel inferior. The peasant instincts that have been bred into me, the subconscious twitch of my knee to go down into a curtsey at their presence.
He has a better Linkedin than me, and this has kicked me into a spiral. But they are groomed for this. They are trained to have the kind of confidence and self-love I believe is only warranted for people who avert meteors from the earth.
So I will take my boulder-sized shoulder chip, and I will keep on working. I will stand out through sheer effort, willpower and genuine care. I care about this role and what it can do to reach out to other people.
I do not care about a well-tailored online networking presence, nor will St. Peter.
I got here off the back of my own hard work. Not a tutor familiar with the admissions system. Not a family friend of a friend. Me.
