1. Today I joined a colleague for lunch in the park to celebrate her birthday, along with about 6 others. None of us actually like her particularly – she is not terribly bright which makes working with her trying and rather a social limpet which makes be-friending her even more so – but we’re a well-intentioned bunch and birthdays are universally feted here [btw – it annoys me not to be able to use the correct french and german letters, but I can’t find how to add the accents…]. So we felt virtuous and she felt appreciated. Except that we all knew it was not entirely genuine so we were all far more jolly than strictly necessary.
2. Today I threw my (considerable) weight around a little, insisting on some changes to artwork which had been passed by another colleague while I was on holiday. The colleague may or may not be senior to me; our hierarchy is unclear and my job seems to span all sorts of things. I hope I didn’t do it just to reassert my authority – a kind of artistic tree-stump pissing – and I made one of those partial apologies later… you know, the kind where you start by saying “sorry” and then there’s a big “but” in the thinly veiled subtext. I said that I’d appreciate it if, in future, when she had queries with something I’d asked a team to do, she spoke to me about it directly so that we could agree a compromise, rather than waiting til I left the room to countermand it. I said it didn’t inspire confidence for the teams to see us so openly disagreeing. I think that was reasonable. *pounds chest with fists and roars*
3. Today I realised one of the minor frustrations of working in an office full of women. Gossip. We have only three men in the office, 2 of them are taken and the other only works part-time as our IT consultant. He’s pretty handsome in a vanilla kind of way, and he and I get along well. Okay, we even flirt a little – a very little (believe me, he’s very easy to shock). A couple of weeks ago, we all went on a ‘Works Outing’ to dinner and then the theatre at Sydney Opera House, and he sat next to me during both dinner and the play. Not designedly, I don’t think, in either case – it just happened that way. But one of the girls in the office who has a massive and obvious crush on him says that there has been lots of talk about the two of us since then. Now, I sympathise with her – I have suffered with an unrequited passion before and it makes you nuts but bitch, pur-leeeeeeaaase.
Also, I had a cornish pasty for lunch and now I have a tummy ache. Are the two causally related? Tune in tomorrow for the next thrilling installment of ‘Today I’.