So my salad days are over.
What a weird expression that is. Something to do with the colour green I am told by Thea.
And we are back at the office.
It was pretty horrible but not as bad as it was the first three weeks when we started earlier this year. I think we can do it. Not too much, not too often, but I'm still learning things so that must be good and I'm getting better at it and it's a useful job to have if only to keep my paw in administration. As you know, I'm Trouble. I assume you reading this are probably one of my system. I know we have a kind of unspoken policy of trying to avoid commenting on each other's journals on account of some kind of acute awareness of how totally insane and egocentric such a thing might appear to others - but really girls - that bird has flown.
Brraaaaawk!
I'm feeling good. Really proud of myself for all the fronting I've been doing and all the work I've been doing as a kind of clumsy liaison officer between H. chicks, Angelata (who's probably really a Herring living in exile at the H. house I'm realising) and my sexy fellow. I've also had a really noneventful and totally matter of fact conversation that included the fact that I'm not Calypso and that was good. I like it when it's just part of the conversation and the focus doesn't suddenly shift onto OH MY GOD HOW AMAZING OMG OMG HOW WEIRD HOW BIZARRE etc. That's always such a drag.
This conversation was so satisfyingly ordinary. I loved it. It was with Gray's boss - her fake name was Naomi, but now I have a friend who has that name so I might change her name to Nomi. That will do for her for a while. As long as we know what we're talking about, for a little while at least.
