This hasn’t been a very productive week, too much/not enough going on. Phil and I went shopping for a new suit, so that he can interview for his(!) job in hopes of not being made redundant. I’ve been looking online prior to the anticipated takeover, but I think I’ve maxed out the salary range locally for designer/developers, and short of acquiring something like J2EE development skills (not a hope), I think I’ll have to think about looking at project management positions. Erk…not something I think would make me “happy in pants,” to echo a line from a favourite movie.
Then I get an email today from my boss: Monica, the [newspaper] is running a feature on on-line business and are keen to get a photo of our web designer busy at work… although I can fudge this with W**** or C****… am hoping that you may be able to get in here tomorrow for 11am. Excuse me? Miss EmptyHead Giggles (in the discount Chanel-copy suit) pretending to be me? How insulting is that?
Phil and I are not talking, most of the time, and are very distant from each other. Not sure how to fix this…not entirely sure that I want to. Kip is still very lame, and the holidays are coming. Woopee.
We lost Aja last night. How, in two rat-proofed rooms, do you lose a two-foot frigging rat with the waistline of Johnny Vegas? It was like a Sherlock Holmes story. Impossible, but she wasn’t there. Finally found her under the entertainment centre, which looks to be flat against the ground, but if you run a hand between it and the wall, you’ll find a two-inch gap. Tried to entice her out with monkey nuts, to no avail. Phil finally had the brilliant idea of misting water from a spray bottle underneath, and soon a very cranky rat appeared. We’re not her favourite people now.
Sometimes everything just seems to be too much effort.