Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1056.

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1056
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I put the dinner on to cook and sent an email to Gareth asking to see the revised job description. I then started to draw up a job description for someone to work for me in the house.

My machine peeped to indicate a new email, it was Gareth. “Dear Cathy,
Sorry but you gave me to believe you weren’t interested, so we’ve offered the job to someone else. Gareth.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just read–all that soul searching and the swine had asked someone else. Bloody typical. I felt completely let down by him, then when my anger had abated, I realised I had brought about my own downfall. If I’d really wanted the job, I’d have gone for it from the beginning.

I wondered how much power a UN adviser would actually have–probably very little, less possibly than a top professor, especially one who enjoyed sparring with the media. In which case I needed to firm up my act and get myself noticed as an academic.

While the meal cooked I schemed–I was going to use the mammal survey and a handful of articles from it to remind everyone I was still here, still researching and running a household.

When Simon came in for dinner, I gave him the job description and asked him what he thought. He approved judging by the smile he had at the end of reading it. He nodded and I knew then he’d fund it. After dinner, while I was cleaning up he asked me what it was all about. I told him I was going back to work as soon as we had some help.

“What sort of work?”

“I have a film on harvest mice to make, that will take a year and I need to organise somewhere to do the breeding, we’re going to do most of it in a studio sort of setting.”

“Isn’t that going to show compared to your other film which was mostly filmed in the field?”

“Not really, we’ll do the close up stuff, then film the outdoor sections and combine them. Effectively, I’m going to grow some corn in a glass house to which we’ve introduced a few harvest mice, then we can film them in close-up, pan out and mix with genuine field shots. I’ll give Alan a shout and set up a meeting.”

“Where are you going to do that?”

“Haven’t decided yet, I’ll have to set up some technicians to keep it all looking natural, cost it all and see who I can sell it to.”

“Before you’ve made it?”

“I think the BBC will be interested, especially if I do the narrative myself, in short skirts or shorts.”

You, using sex to sell something? What about your feminist principles.”

“I’m going to make them regret not waiting for me at the UN.”

“What do you mean, not waiting?”

“They’ve offered it to someone else.”

“Oh, bad luck, you should have gone for it at the start.”

“Nah, this is going to be better, I’m going to resume my teaching in September.”

“And make a film–bit of a tall order isn’t it?”

“Not really, Alan will do much of the filming without me, once I tell him what I want, then we do the outside work. In the meantime, I’ll be involved with the survey and doing a little teaching, mainly to keep my dormouse project running.

“With regard to my feminist principles, conserving the planet for the future of all its inhabitants is the ultimate in feminism, my films, my survey and the opportunities they will give me for building a public platform to protest at government and industrial policies and how they impact on the environment.”

“I see–wouldn’t that have been easier from the UN?”

“Maybe, very often these posts are tied to certain policies and thus in hock to governments who are usually more interested in their economic policies than making sure there’s a world there for them to enact them in. Obama came in full of what he was going to do–apart from castigate BP he’s done very little–the US is still one of the largest polluters and consumers of fossil fuels.”

“Don’t go picking a fight with him, Cathy–we still do loads of business with US firms, I don’t want to be on his kicking list.”

“I won’t be fighting with him directly, unless he starts it, just reminding him and his countrymen of their obligations to the planet and challenging him to put his money where his mouth is.”

“I know I should have gone to that reception when I had the chance, now we’re more likely to have the CIA watching us.”

“Why?”

“If you annoy their president, they tend to get a bit upset.”

“I won’t be annoying him, just reminding him of his obligations, or that of his government. Personally, I think he’s a big disappointment, but that’s just my opinion.”

“Well BP shares have partly recovered. We bought a pile when they went down the other week and have made a modest profit.”

“Who’s we?” I asked him.

“Me, I suppose.”

“Is this the bank or you personally?”

“Me, the bank wasn’t interested.”

“How much did you make?”

“About a million.”

“You made a million dollars trading BP shares?”

“Pounds–and yes I did.”

“Wow, you clever boy.” I kissed him.

“There’ll be capital gains to pay, but we’ll make a reasonable profit even after that.”

“Is this just opportunism?”

“Sort of, but I thought I ought to be putting some pennies aside for the wedding thing and also to set the kids up when they’re older without eating into our own money.”

“But didn’t you feel you were risking some money on buying shares?”

“Babes, BP is one of the most reliable companies in the world, it will always recover from such a position–it always does. Shell is the other one who innovate a bit as well.”

“What about Exxon and the other oil giants?”

“No thanks–Shell and BP are as far as I go, apart from a few smaller British companies–we’ve got some interest in one in the North Sea, who’ve just hit some more oil and gas.”

“How do you pick them?”

“Very carefully, if it’s my money.”

“Goodness, I’ll never contribute that much to our children’s inheritance.”

“You don’t need to, babes, you’re going to give them another sort of inheritance, the eco-warrior queen who saved the world–the bits we don’t own.”

“Bits we don’t own?”

“Yeah, the bank has been buying up agricultural land as an investment, we own a few thousand hectares.”

“So I could end up filming on our own land?”

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

“Shouldn’t I be consulted about maintaining an ecological balance, as your advisor?”

“Yeah, why haven’t you advised us?”

“I am, cut me in or get very lonely in bed.”

“That’s a bit primitive for a sophisticate like you, Cathy.”

“Yeah, well I’m relying on communicating with your primitive urges to negotiate my corner.”

“Fine with me–wanna see some of our stuff on Google?”

“You bet I do.” I put my arm through his and we went off to play with the computer.

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