Had to attend a seminar at work today. I came face to face with a woman that I had only ever corresponded with for years. She didn't look anything at all like what I had imagined, which is no surprise. People never look like the way I picture them in my head. She is a very strong lawyer who works for the Department of Justice. I had this mental imagine of Portia, not the Shakespeare one, but the one from "Rumpole of The Bailey"
(played by Patricia Hodge).
I wonder if she thought the same of me ? Meaning that I didn't look the way she pictured me. Maybe she didn't even think about me at all.
As usual I am completely drained from my day in the office. Yes, the holidays are truly over