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Dec. 13th, 2005
Being Civil In Adversity...
Dec. 13th, 2005 06:25 pm...something I was forcibly introduced to at school, where fighting back was a sure-fire way to get you in trouble and the bullies off scot-free as the victims.
'Tis getting tested today.
Already has come the publicity meeting, where I frankly admitted to Sophie that I would be hard pressed not to lose my rag with people if the wrong things were said. Thankfully, the wrong person (currently Helen for her comments on Saturday) didn't deign to show up, so no-one wound me up so far that I said anything I shouldn't. They do, however, know that I will not be doing anything publicity related whatsoever without an express design brief from the committee. I will not be "going away and designing" something only to have it dissected and rejected in favour of something the ICIA came up with instead. Tomorrow, I will give them a long list of options for the program and will be keeping count of the number of times I respond to a question with some variant of "no comment".
Later this evening come the drinks at the supervisor's house. As far as I know, only Jorge, Purvi, Nathan and myself will be there, so it might not be all bad and we'll probably find something to talk about - I just want the entire thing to be over so I can get home and eat. Trying to socialise with work colleagues is, as far as I am concerned, well-night impossible. The overriding common ground you all have is work, and it is so hard to move the conversation away from it and on to something else that everyone has time for. With the crowd that will be there tonight, I really can't see anything else we actually do have in common - we all come from such different backgrounds that maybe background is the only thing we can actually have a chat about, and God knows I don't want to talk with tham about mine.
Roll on getting home and cooking dinner - there are six sausages, four yorkshire puddings and a mound of mash and onion gravy with my name on them, and they can't come soon enough.
'Tis getting tested today.
Already has come the publicity meeting, where I frankly admitted to Sophie that I would be hard pressed not to lose my rag with people if the wrong things were said. Thankfully, the wrong person (currently Helen for her comments on Saturday) didn't deign to show up, so no-one wound me up so far that I said anything I shouldn't. They do, however, know that I will not be doing anything publicity related whatsoever without an express design brief from the committee. I will not be "going away and designing" something only to have it dissected and rejected in favour of something the ICIA came up with instead. Tomorrow, I will give them a long list of options for the program and will be keeping count of the number of times I respond to a question with some variant of "no comment".
Later this evening come the drinks at the supervisor's house. As far as I know, only Jorge, Purvi, Nathan and myself will be there, so it might not be all bad and we'll probably find something to talk about - I just want the entire thing to be over so I can get home and eat. Trying to socialise with work colleagues is, as far as I am concerned, well-night impossible. The overriding common ground you all have is work, and it is so hard to move the conversation away from it and on to something else that everyone has time for. With the crowd that will be there tonight, I really can't see anything else we actually do have in common - we all come from such different backgrounds that maybe background is the only thing we can actually have a chat about, and God knows I don't want to talk with tham about mine.
Roll on getting home and cooking dinner - there are six sausages, four yorkshire puddings and a mound of mash and onion gravy with my name on them, and they can't come soon enough.