London called early this morning saying that Giles has not only now decided to let them out of their non-existent employment contract, he’s paying them the rest of the money owed for the sale of the Agency. She thinks he’s too worried that if it goes to court he’ll owe even more, which is likely as London and Paris are taking him to court in England and in France. London then asked again if I wanted to come work with them. I said I’d chat to her about it tonight. Continue reading
Just MacDraggyFeet and myself are in the office today, so I feel okay blogging for a bit.
Yesterday in St Andrews was a really good. Confusing, but good.
The ride into town was quite awkward and it wasn’t until we could see the spire of Sally’s that HP asked what I had planned on doing in St Andrews. I had no idea. I figured that there had to be some sort of St Andrews Day ‘thing’ going on, but I hadn’t even thought to look it up in advance. Continue reading
Managed to scam a late start for work today. Didn’t have to get up in the dark to just get to work. Made my way in on the train after a leisurely breakfast, and I’ve actually made myself look presentable this morning. (I’m loving living in Glasgow again, hating the commute…although, I’ve yet to do it properly.)
Goatee suggested we head to the Christmas market last night, but it shuts at 8pm, so I sneakily ducked out of work a bit early so we could get there with a few hours to spare. The only person who would have even cared if I left early was RobotPA, but there’s something totally weird going in that place and if she pays attention to anything it should be that. But, I’ll get to that in a moment.
I hate Scotland this time of year. I hate the UK this time of year. The weather is horrible. Wet and grey from 8am to 4pm and then dark and windy the rest of the time. It’s so depressing. And sitting in an office which is being monitored by the Great and Powerful Oz is just way too stressful.
MacDraggyFeet tried to go in to RobotPA’s office/cupboard to ask a question, and she was told not to enter without an appointment. So, if we want to speak with this person who is residing ten feet from us, but from behind a closed door, we have to book in an appointment through an online system. Continue reading
Today has been the most horrible weather, and I need to confront both Giles and Patch on something, but I’m waiting until I calm down before I do it. I’m also writing everything down I want to say so that I don’t start screaming, then crying, then roll into a ball and hide under my desk.
However, calming down is proving problematic when Patch is a self-aggrandizing arsehole and I have to share an open planned office with him.
Let me give you a little rundown of a few items from today’s ‘The Patch Show’: Continue reading
Got a text from HP as I was coming home from work last night. The presentation in London went really well. He didn’t have anything to do with it, he was just along for the ride, to learn and all. But it was really interesting. (Side note: It’s weird. Since HP’s been gone we haven’t spoken once. All texts. And I don’t know if this is because we’re having problems, or if it’s just how we (society) is used to communicating. And even weirder, because of the texts I don’t feel like we haven’t talked. Drunk dial messages not included of course.) Anyway, he has to be in Glasgow today for work, so rather than come back to Dundee last night, then over to Glasgow this morning, he was taking the train from London to Glasgow yesterday then staying the night with Roger. Will I ever see my boyfriend again? Has been nice having the house to myself though. Continue reading