I'll have to give you a run down on some of my workmates at some point, seeing as I'm spending most of my waking life at work (I guess it beats me bleating on about being unemployed). However, publishing personal opinion on one's colleagues, even when there's no mention of my name on this page or any page connected to it, is fraught with danger*.
The point is, on the one hand I have every right to publish my opinion on my blog but on the other I do wonder what effect it might have should someone I know possibly find this record. For me and/or for them. I mean, have you ever read 'Harriet the Spy'? I don't want that to happen to me, even if Harriet does get redeemed in the end.
Oh, how did I get here? Right, on Friday we went to the pub after work as you do. It was a good bunch - I talked to Vanessa and Melissa for the most part but after V left we joined up with Gillian, James, Paul and Naomi. I've finally discovered the connection between Nick (boss), Paul and James - they used to go to high school together. I knew they knew each other, just from the way that they related to each other, but didn't quite know how. Bit weird how James is a writer, Paul an editor and Nick the boss, though.
Strangely, I've developed a bit of a fascination with Paul since Friday night. Not sure what sparked it, but I thought "here's someone I could talk with for hours". I mean, I regard Naomi and Dina in the same way - I know that I can chat to them whenever about whatever - but I think because Paul's a little more elusive there's a bit more mystique about talking to him. He comes across as an incredibly intelligent, insightful person, plus he sees things from a managerial perspective, which gives us an holistic view about what's happening at work.
Woke up fairly early (considering could have slept in more) on Saturday morning, dressed, went to Gloria's wedding ceremony at the King's School Chapel (King's is an exclusive private school - groom Andrew is an 'old boy'). It was a Christian ceremony and the minister had too much to ramble but otherwise it was a simple, elegant affair. Assumpta was a bit miffed about it because neither Glo nor Andy are Christian and she felt therefore that the ceremony "made a mockery" of Christianity.
Came home, changed into trackie daks and read the papers, then got dressed up again for the reception, which was fairly good. Ass and I were put at one of the best tables with two couples - Merrick and Janelle, Loren and Monique - and single girl Leanne. Ass had promised Glo she'd get tanked after quite a stretch as a teetotaller so she had four glasses of champagne before the entree and I was struggling to stop her babbling nonsense.
Actually, for the most part I was interested in Phil, who is one of Andy's old friends. I met him 18 months ago and really liked him, mostly because he was a maverick. Unfortunately he now has a girlfriend, a little bird of a girl (well, her features were sharp and she seemed fragile), so obviously I, being all Botticelli's Venus-shaped, am not his type. Also, he was not as good looking as I remember. So much for that.
Not a lot of single guys to choose from. Ass thought it was incredibly funny to keep pushing me towards Saxby (we have a long-running joke that we both 'fight' for him). I did lead him to the dance floor but he was out of his depth when removed from the comfort of his friends so he returned to their corner after a song. The only reason I didn't insist was because I didn't want to deceive him into thinking I was interested in him but Ass kept at it for most of the night. I didn't reprimand her on it, though, mostly because she was tipsy.
I drove home and got to sleep at 1am. Woke up at 8am and couldn't get back to sleep after a nightmare where real estate agents conspired to never let me rent and I got stuck at home forever. I'm not making it up, that's what I dreamt. Had breakfast and immediately logged on to see if there were any new properties for rent. Rest of the day was a fairly average Sunday, read the papers then took Chi'na for a walk. And finished knitting my scarf - yay!
So... no shenanigans but a great deal of knitting. And fretting about moving out. It will happen soon, but when?
(* although I have collected a number of interested boys via online diaries)
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