Trying to get awaaaaaaaaaaay.

We're getting on a bus tomorrow, to meet our Mum in CapitalSplat, the shiny city.

Trying to get away from work has been very challenging. There has been so many reports to finish and loose ends to tie up. I have to meet with my boss tomorrow to try to help him through the big, big report that we've been doing.

I wish stuff could just wait until I get back, but it can't.
So.
I do what I have to do.

The "Sunday Witch".

We've had two days off work in a row. On Monday the place is closed, and Angela worked today. It was kinda annoying though - Angela came around on Monday wanting some minutes from a meeting which weren't really urgent, and then our boss's wife came around today because she couldn't find something at work and wanted it for her husband. We understand but it just really messes with us. I'm supposed to GO AWAY and let other people have a turn, and that's not possible when our 'weekends' and off time aren't left alone.

In some kind of protest (humourous) various dungeon girls (other than me!) - namely Gruesome, Miranda, Cassandra and Sausage got dressed up in some very strange clothes and announced to Gray that they were "the Sunday Witch".

So, that's us. The Sunday Witch. Watch out!

Sick of and at work.

I had a great morning at work but then got sick with something and had to close and go home. It's a very quiet time of year. I left a note on the door. We're open tomorrow.

We're not a hospital.

:)

I've been working really hard dealing with some extreme stupidity. A manager of another organisation in Bugsplat is being a fool. I've had to write a letter of which I'm very proud. Hopefully the fool is vanquished.

Hopefully this food poisoning will soon end too. No real idea what it was - the only thing I had that Gray didn't was rather a lot of a very soft gourmet cheese. Hmmm.

Short days are good days.

10am to 2pm = good

Now I'm home, choring. That's good too.

Wild waves.

It's all a little bit better.
Knee, home, work (I can always quit!).

Thanks.

Fear at work, loathing at home.

Art class wasn't exactly the happy Calypso time she needed: Perspective.

The board meeting went well except that the board aren't really there. Many of them aren't renewing their term. So. There will be vacancies. New people will join. And, perhaps, some people will return, if not in a blaze of glory then at least in a muddle of apathy.

Home is even worse. And, my knee hurts.

I need more work clothes.

I have my own personal dress policy for work, which has never needed to be put into words, until now, now that I'm trying to communicate it in English rather than in whatever strange swirly occasionally word-y thing we use to communicate with in-house.

Breathtakingly Dull. Impeccably Neat.
That's pretty much it. I need more work clothes that fit the bill.

We're such peculiar people.
We don't need interesting clothes.

Angela at work.

Well, hello!
I'm feeling happy. I went into work yesterday, just briefly, to bank all the raffle money (lots and lots!) and Gray went to fix the printer. Angela is working today instead of her usual Thursday so I have the day off. There was a meeting I was thinking about attending but I can't justify the petrol money. So. Home it is. To avoid tidying my room. And to cook again.

Closed for winter.

Zil came round last night. Mannie & Angelata cooked. Today's Monday and the Bugsplat Visitor Centre is closed. There's something really liberating about it actually being closed. I know nothing can be going Horribly Wrong.

Work has been a really amazing experience for me lately in setting boundaries and in all kinds of other personal development ways. I am learning a great deal.

Angela at work.

Today being Thursday, my day off, my best volunteer Angela was at work. I went in to help her organise the jobs she had to do today. God that place is a mess. We were supposed to have gone in February, it's now August. Delays, delays. We should be packing up to go. We should be finished three projects that are still incomplete. Office equipment keeps failing. I'm not supposed to chop wood coz of my knee. Last week there was not a scrap left, and I so I had to chop it, and it hurt, and I felt stupid and angry because jesus - it's my knee. This week I arrived to find the wood supply once again depleted and I felt really despairing until Rocky, my old boxing teacher who doesn't teach anymore, came in and chopped a heap for me. Wood just goes so fast.
One day soon we'll be in the new building. It has to happen soon. Not that I'm really in a hurry. The delay is actually working okay for me. I'm really starting to understand things. Now that I'm less distracted by Ms A. And I managed the artefact handover smoothly, and I've solved lots of problems and got heaps of systems reorganisted. The less winter spent over there in the (as yet unheated) new building the better, really, so... perhaps this is all just fine. I'll but a heater in under the desk, by my feet, and a fan in the corner, and I'll have the prettiest office in Bugsplat. Pictures. Pretty plant. Framed photograph of my dog, Friday. Whiskey bottle in the drawer. Stash of chocolate. Yeah!