Sorry, had to run again. Blogging while traveling makes it difficult to be consistent with the timing of my posts.
So, going backwards.
I guess it’s time to fill you in on HarryPotter.
God this hurts to write about, but I shouldn’t put it off any longer. I’m not writing this to work through things, or to use my posts as pseudo-therapy. I’m writing it because I feel obligated to fill everyone in on what’s happened. This will be one of my last posts ever, and I can’t end it without an explanation. Continue reading
Okay, right. Meeting over. Went so well. Now sitting in the Quarter waiting for my next meeting. So, while I wait I’ll try to finish explaining everything.
Donna’s wedding last Saturday. It was amazing, and I was so impressed with how quickly they threw together a ‘proper’ wedding. Like cake, flowers, catering, band, the whole work. They got all this together in a month, when some people spend years planning this sort of thing. Or, so I thought they only spent a month planning. Their secret was that they’ve been organising this for over a year. Donna and Barbara had decided that they wanted to get married some time ago, but they were just waiting for gay marriage to become legalised before they announced it. As soon as it was legalised in March, they booked the venue and put everything place. They had already chosen everything down to the detail before they booked it all. Continue reading
I’m starting this post with an apology. I am sorry it has taken me over a week to fill you in on the drama that is my life. But a lot has happened in a week, and I guess it’s been hard for me to process. Yes, the blog had always been a way for me to think everything through, but this past week has made me question quite a lot of my life-decisions, so before writing I needed to decide what it was all about. You know. Life, the universe, and everything.
It would actually be best if I worked backwards in time. Tell you where I am now and how I got here. Continue reading
About to get in a car and drive from Dundee to Kingston (7-8 hours) with two other adults and two small children. Only one of the adults is the parent to the kids, and she’s knackered and plans on sleeping the whole way. As I don’t drive, I have a feeling I may become the car-nanny. This should be fun. (Insert sarcasm here.)
But, second friend getting hitched in only a few months. Should be fun. (No sarcasm as I am very much looking forward to the next few days.)
Here’s to being a grown-up. (Take that one as you wish.)
It is cold. Like fucking freezing. Why didn’t I take that job with Betsy in Italy? Oh my god, why do I live in Scotland?
Right, besides me freezing my arse off, quite a lot has happened since yesterday.
I had my meeting with Dickie and RobotPA yesterday. It was these really spanky offices in the city centre that I didn’t even know existed. They looked out across the Tay and were quite plush. The name on the door was not one that I recognised, and when I arrived I shyly asked the Receptionist what kind of business it was. She said something about oil and gas law and finance. I had no idea. I then asked what Dickie’s role in the company was, and to be honest, it sounds made up. Like Chief Controller of Multiflorous Data and Systematic Pilcrows. Okay, it clearly wasn’t that, but it was Chief something I’ve never heard of. Continue reading
Came into work and immediately received a phone call. It was RobotPA, she was asking if I could meet her and Dickie at 3pm at an office in the city centre. I’m quite nervous. She didn’t explain who Dickie was, just expected me to know. Did everyone but me know that Giles didn’t own the Agency? Yes, I know, I know. His name wasn’t on the sale. But I wasn’t in on the negotiations, so I wasn’t privy to what everyone else knew. Continue reading
Where did I leave off? Oh yeah, the Intern texted me and asked me to caller her. I went into my room and called her straight away.
The Intern’s mum told her that Giles doesn’t own the Agency, and evidently this is common knowledge. (Common knowledge to everyone but me.) His brother actually owns the agency.
Remember how I mentioned (did I mention this?) that Giles’ name wasn’t Giles because the name on the contract has a different first name. Well, I thought ‘Giles’ was some sort of posh school boy nickname. You know how they all have like six names but go by ‘Dickie’ or something ridiculous. Yeah, I thought that was the case with Giles. Well, it isn’t. Or, actually, it could be. Maybe Giles’ name isn’t Giles’, but that’s not important as his brother owns the Agency and it’s why there’s a different name on the contract. And it’s why there was a second person at the contract signing that looked just like Giles. (Then again all posh old men look alike to me.) Continue reading