Backstory: I worked part-time at a small think-tank a while back, part of my strategy for going freelance. Was not brilliant at the job partly because it was the sort of place where my role wasn't rvery easy; also because my heart was really in building up my freelance work (which I did); and also because my personal life was in a pretty horrific state at the time, as a result of which I had a spell of clinical depression. Eventually my job was closed down and I went totally freelance.
During my time there I wasn't, shall we say, the candidate for Ms Congeniality - I'm quite hard to work with even when not in a bit of a state.
In addition Mr Inferior who also worked there - before me, but that's how I met him - is frightfully congenial and will be met and greeted with cries of delight on all sides, thus increasing my grumpiness.
We'll be taking the Inferiorettes. I bet you a fiver people will say 'oh, are you getting a bit of work done now?' (always a sure-fire way of getting me ranting) and/or 'oh, how motherhood suits you' (ie you are really quite human and non-horrible now, what an amazingly transformation).
AND FINALLY...there may well be the Vacillating Buddhist there, the colleague with whom I had an affair before he dumbped me by long-distance phone call on Christmas Eve to return to his soulmate the Frigid Jungian Shrink.
I am not madly hog-whimpering wild at this prospect, as you can see.