Putting Bugsplat on the map.

Last time I wrote here was the day we moved into the new building.

God I have been a stressed out and distressed and anxious Manager ever since.

There has been so much to do and unpack and re-establish order and organise and volunteers leaving because of family stuff and jobs and then a whole new board and a grilling by the new auditor who had been set against me by Ms A. (via a chain of vulnerable newbies) while I was on holiday. Etc.

So the board meeting last week was eventful. Nothing like getting a 16 point long list of demands from the auditor and sitting there in front of the whole board saying;
"err.. we already do that." or explaining why it's not possible.
There was a kind of burst balloon feeling in the air by the end. I think I might have come across as some kind of ball-breaking hellbitch, which just isn't politic in this somewhat old fashioned state.

And this situation is not his fault except for being gullible. Who would expect that deep in the tiniest of hicksville Bugsplat lurches a Machiavellian menace of such breathtaking cunning that even her victims must pause to admire the handiwork? He'll know now. Not for nothing Agatha Christie set her murder mysteries in little villages of one pub, and two churches.

Other than that, we've been putting Bugsplat on the map. The project is going brilliantly. I expect you all to visit. Gray is working furiously. Me too. See you next time I get a moment.

New home.

New cupboards. New carpet. New counter. New floor.

Keys to the doors.

I have the keys to the doors of the new building. That will be handy. I'll be needing those, to move in. Tomorrow.

Flowers from Old Boots.

Friday was my first day back at work. The place looked bare - things have been packed and taken away to be renovated. There was a big bunch of gorgeous English Country Garden type flowers from Old Boot's amazing garden.

While I was away, Ms Ant attended the Board Meeting and made a SEVEN page submission to the board about how dreadful it all is and how hopeless I am. SEVEN pages. She must have looked like a complete crackpot. Mr. President told me about it. It sounded very silly. I do hope she'll give up now.

The new board seem fine. They can't be as bad as Ms Ant. Really, after what I've been through standards are pretty low. Yes, a couple of them are probably just self-interested capitalists but you know, I'm not frightened that they'll take an axe to me or put poison in the kettle and that's always a plus.

I did get to buy some work clothes. And a dozen pairs of socks from the Horsey Shop. They have the BEST socks. I like a good pair of socks. I've been experimenting with the idea of adopting male dress for work. Probably not really possible in Bugsplat but when I was in CitySplat we went to Myers so Gray could buy a jacket and I really liked the ties. I like the idea of having a couple of suits, some nice crisp shirts and expressing my self through choice of socks and ties. I think I'm probably a man.

But, you knew that already.