PinkSquareThings
A restructure is in the offing at work, and although it is '99.9999 - er - 8 per cent certain' that I will be 'slotted in', and not have to reapply for the job I got two months ago, I was encouraged to go on a 'career empowerment workshop' intended for people facing redundancy (which is in fact the case for a number of people in other departments). Amusingly, this workshop was given by the same person who did my 'welcome day' last week. One week she was telling me: 'Welcome to the NHS', and the next she was saying: 'Good luck in your next job.' Whew! It's like a roller-coaster.
Well, not exactly. There have been times this week when work has been just a little thin on the ground. So that I found myself doing one of those 'fun' personality tests that gets passed round - the kind of thing that bases all kinds of assumptions on whether you prefer the mountains to the sea. This one came from BUPA, although I can't vouch for its clinical accuracy. It matched you to a shape and colour: and so it turned out that I was a pink square. And that is how I will live my life from now on.
Our housewarming party happened (apologies if you weren't invited, but I wasn't very proactive in that respect) and it happened without incident, except for Ross - who has a very literal interpretation of the term 'housewarming' - spilling lamp oil over the fireplace. That was the extent of his misdemeanours, although he later wandered into the room, and out again, with a cereal box on his head. My prediction that, before the night was out, we would see him pursuing party-goers around the garden with a Samurai sword to the strains of the Benny Hill chase theme (which was on Dave's playlist) did not come to pass.
Neither did the colony of fleas which overwhelmed Dave in the greenhouse the other day, leaping upon him like starving bloodhounds, reappear to savage the guests. So maybe the spray worked.
Indeed, such was the atmosphere of feverish excitement that two people (at least) fell asleep quite early on. The sign of a good party; or is that just a pink square thing?
Well, not exactly. There have been times this week when work has been just a little thin on the ground. So that I found myself doing one of those 'fun' personality tests that gets passed round - the kind of thing that bases all kinds of assumptions on whether you prefer the mountains to the sea. This one came from BUPA, although I can't vouch for its clinical accuracy. It matched you to a shape and colour: and so it turned out that I was a pink square. And that is how I will live my life from now on.
Our housewarming party happened (apologies if you weren't invited, but I wasn't very proactive in that respect) and it happened without incident, except for Ross - who has a very literal interpretation of the term 'housewarming' - spilling lamp oil over the fireplace. That was the extent of his misdemeanours, although he later wandered into the room, and out again, with a cereal box on his head. My prediction that, before the night was out, we would see him pursuing party-goers around the garden with a Samurai sword to the strains of the Benny Hill chase theme (which was on Dave's playlist) did not come to pass.
Neither did the colony of fleas which overwhelmed Dave in the greenhouse the other day, leaping upon him like starving bloodhounds, reappear to savage the guests. So maybe the spray worked.
Indeed, such was the atmosphere of feverish excitement that two people (at least) fell asleep quite early on. The sign of a good party; or is that just a pink square thing?
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