AN: Florence is Climbing Uphill trying to be a lawyer (the job she did before being a second IMO) again and is having a hard time. (C) not mine.

FLORENCE

First each GCSE
I sat and then five "A"s.
You see this woman plays…

Oh, thank you, thank you so much.

I'm climbing uphill, thank you, climbing uphill.
I'm out ev'ry morning at eight
and waiting in queues with volumes of men who older and fatter than me
who've just never been to the gym.
I'm queuing for hours at a time
and watching the twats just coming and coming, in those suits that look just like robes, till my name is finally called.

When I walk in the room it's an office of men, totally men, sexist as well,
who've been snoring, like I have, and going through hell,
with 17 prats bragging as long as they can.

I am a good woman.
I'm an attractive woman.
I am a talented woman.
Heaven help!

First each GC…
I should have told them I had flu last week.
They're going to think this is how I speak.
Why is the typist typing so loud?
Should I project more?
I'll project more.
Maybe I should stop and start over?
I'm going to stop and start over.
Why's the solicitor staring at his groin.
Why is that man staring at my bad C.V?
Don't look at my bad C.V.
My empty, useless, bad C.V.
Look at me, stop looking at that, look at me!
No, not at my legs.
Don't eye up my legs!
I hate my bloody legs.
Why'd I pick this suit?
Why'd I make this speech?
Why'd I pick this profession?
Why… does that typist hate me?

If they don't listen to me I can go to a retail park and buy a couch.
Not that I want spend a day at those shops but Anatoly needs his space to practise
since I'm obviously such a ghastly, annoying distraction to him.
Hell knows what it would be like if I got up the stick.

And once again…
why am I trying so hard?
These are the people who support Margaret Thatcher for a hobby!
Bloody hell, I'm crap. I'm crap. I'm crap!

They saw the winner I could…

Okay, thank you. Thank you so much.

I will not be some girl in the nice, pretty dress
who is witless and worthless, just wheeled out for the press.
I will not be some girl in the sensible skirts
who disguises her genius and forgets how it hurts.
I will not be some girl who knows how feels
to not be prodigy but to trot at their heels.
I will not be a girl who requires a man to get by.But why…

First each GCSE I sat and then five "A"s…

ANATOLY

Okay stop. Florence, STOP!
Listen to me!