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So, What Does It Mean...
May. 3rd, 2007 06:41 pm...when the deputy area director of HMRC comes over and chats with you about your career prospects, before giving your line manager pretty positive instructions?
Similarly, what does it mean when the area director of HMRC comes into the office for chat with everyone and ignores you entirely?
No, no conjecture. Play to the whistle. Been advocating that in more than one place recently.
I keep putting off getting Skian Mhor to start making Revek's axe. It's going to be The Gathering (or Greater Edrejan Fayre, Excuse for a Mosh Up 2007 or whatever else they call it) at this rate, as they normally say two months to be sure and it's more or less that now until Moot II. I didn't want to be monstering both moots, but I'd rather get the effect right than come in under-prepared. Yet another reason that Revek Nightstride will last about thirty seconds after he's timed in.
Life is monotonous, dull and boring. Emma helps this a lot, but there's a large chunk of the day when she isn't around (you know, work), so it's often a case of wandering through the day and waiting for her to get home. I sound pathetic, but there it is. Chances at distraction are there, but get actively passed up in the name of finishing the PhD, which continues to chug along like a geratric snail. There's plenty to do, I just don't feel I should be doing it.
Roll on the weekend and relaxing in a tent - hopefully the weather will be neither impassably hot nor anything resembling inclement. Then a three day week followed by relaxing in a pub on the shores of Lake Windermere for a seven day one - the weather is, of course, less of a factor for that one.
Similarly, what does it mean when the area director of HMRC comes into the office for chat with everyone and ignores you entirely?
No, no conjecture. Play to the whistle. Been advocating that in more than one place recently.
I keep putting off getting Skian Mhor to start making Revek's axe. It's going to be The Gathering (or Greater Edrejan Fayre, Excuse for a Mosh Up 2007 or whatever else they call it) at this rate, as they normally say two months to be sure and it's more or less that now until Moot II. I didn't want to be monstering both moots, but I'd rather get the effect right than come in under-prepared. Yet another reason that Revek Nightstride will last about thirty seconds after he's timed in.
Life is monotonous, dull and boring. Emma helps this a lot, but there's a large chunk of the day when she isn't around (you know, work), so it's often a case of wandering through the day and waiting for her to get home. I sound pathetic, but there it is. Chances at distraction are there, but get actively passed up in the name of finishing the PhD, which continues to chug along like a geratric snail. There's plenty to do, I just don't feel I should be doing it.
Roll on the weekend and relaxing in a tent - hopefully the weather will be neither impassably hot nor anything resembling inclement. Then a three day week followed by relaxing in a pub on the shores of Lake Windermere for a seven day one - the weather is, of course, less of a factor for that one.
