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And it's going to be a thoroughly unproductive day to boot, in a good way. Hairdresser at 11.30, lunch at 13.30, shopping in between. Partly out of need -- I really have to get new tennis shoes -- and partly for pleasure.
Mild bitching refers to Ambassador, of course.
Nothing drastic, mind you, because he's not being actively evil. But OMG the combination of vanity and lack of humour is quite unnerving. How can somebody who wears a neon-green plastic Swatch watch with a dark suit claim to have taste? Which is what he does, at length, probably (as I can only assume) to have some kind of educative effect on me. I have yet to find a way to express politely my total lack of interest as to the changes he means to make up at the residence -- so long as the things belonging to the state don't get thrown away or damaged, I really couldn't care less. Well, the carefully understated mention of the Philippe Starck chairs he means to put in the main salon had me wondering briefly how Hippo!Man could possibly fit into them. Plus, Stefan and I came up with this scenario for the Christmas Do, where we'd display awed enthusiasm at the sight of OMG!gasp! Philippe Starck chairs, going as far as rubbing wantonly against the precious pieces (me) and crawling under them in order to inspect the details (him). Not going to happen, unfortunately, unless somebody spikes the punch.
Former!boss is pretty unhappy in Vienna -- no career perspectives for the time being, plus he's not at the main building, i.e. casually buttonholing People That Count in the corridors is not an option. Not that he'd do that, but I guess knowing that he could might provide some comfort. It's nice exchanging emails with him, though. And I really, truly miss him. A lot. Of course he could be exasperating at times, but most of the time we had lots of fun, and it was interesting, and I felt I was being appreciated. I wish there was a way to get him back, but even if I went as far as setting a few assassins on current boss, the chance that he'd come back would be next to zero.
Moving from bitching to other things -- up till now I've never disliked the cold season as intensely as this year. Maybe it's an age thing, I don't know. But I severely resent the lack of light, and even though I'm not fond of the high temperatures we have here in August, I daresay I loathe the cold even more. Right now it's relatively mild and humid, but the days are woefully short, and the windows and doors have to remain closed most of the time. Well at least I'm in good health, so I guess I shouldn't complain. Especially thinking of poor Gerald, who was sick all of last week -- five days with high fever isn't exactly a piece of cake. He came back to work on Monday but is still feeling rather exhausted. Whatever it was (the doctors were unable to determine whether it was a virus or some kind of bacterial infection), at least the baby didn't catch it.
That seems to be all for now.
Going to have a look at the f-list.
*waves*
Mild bitching refers to Ambassador, of course.
Nothing drastic, mind you, because he's not being actively evil. But OMG the combination of vanity and lack of humour is quite unnerving. How can somebody who wears a neon-green plastic Swatch watch with a dark suit claim to have taste? Which is what he does, at length, probably (as I can only assume) to have some kind of educative effect on me. I have yet to find a way to express politely my total lack of interest as to the changes he means to make up at the residence -- so long as the things belonging to the state don't get thrown away or damaged, I really couldn't care less. Well, the carefully understated mention of the Philippe Starck chairs he means to put in the main salon had me wondering briefly how Hippo!Man could possibly fit into them. Plus, Stefan and I came up with this scenario for the Christmas Do, where we'd display awed enthusiasm at the sight of OMG!gasp! Philippe Starck chairs, going as far as rubbing wantonly against the precious pieces (me) and crawling under them in order to inspect the details (him). Not going to happen, unfortunately, unless somebody spikes the punch.
Former!boss is pretty unhappy in Vienna -- no career perspectives for the time being, plus he's not at the main building, i.e. casually buttonholing People That Count in the corridors is not an option. Not that he'd do that, but I guess knowing that he could might provide some comfort. It's nice exchanging emails with him, though. And I really, truly miss him. A lot. Of course he could be exasperating at times, but most of the time we had lots of fun, and it was interesting, and I felt I was being appreciated. I wish there was a way to get him back, but even if I went as far as setting a few assassins on current boss, the chance that he'd come back would be next to zero.
Moving from bitching to other things -- up till now I've never disliked the cold season as intensely as this year. Maybe it's an age thing, I don't know. But I severely resent the lack of light, and even though I'm not fond of the high temperatures we have here in August, I daresay I loathe the cold even more. Right now it's relatively mild and humid, but the days are woefully short, and the windows and doors have to remain closed most of the time. Well at least I'm in good health, so I guess I shouldn't complain. Especially thinking of poor Gerald, who was sick all of last week -- five days with high fever isn't exactly a piece of cake. He came back to work on Monday but is still feeling rather exhausted. Whatever it was (the doctors were unable to determine whether it was a virus or some kind of bacterial infection), at least the baby didn't catch it.
That seems to be all for now.
Going to have a look at the f-list.
*waves*
