still alive and bitchin'

Yesterday my whole team had had a desk move. Today we had a three hour 'Team Diagnostic' to assess how well we work together. 95% of our working life is banter; 5% is gossiping. The perennial subject ofour gossip made a martyr of herself even though she's applied for a managerial position and should be over our schoolgirl humour, and we decided that were she ever to become our manager we would all instantly resign. I would rather live in a box in the sewer than be her employee.

Also this boy I have met is increasingly interesting to me. At first I wasn't sure, but I guess there is something OK when you find yourself missing him and his southern ways at unexpected and inconvenient times of the day.

I have got the quiestest weekend this side of New Year. My partner in crime is away for the weekend and without her I can lead a civilised, productive life. I don't know what this should look like though, so I am going to drill holes in my house and pretend to be a grownup :)