But I'd just go "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek."
There have been some really wonderful things in the last few days. Lovely, wonderful things involving exciting talented people, thrilling drinks and so on.
And then other stuff, which finds me in the Spar shop, buying fags and crying quietly.
Sadly, I can't really talk about the other stuff, because that involves talking in detail about office politics. Which is
b) really awkward without naming names.
Mind you, it's getting increasingly hard not to talk about the person who's pureeing my working life -- they've transcended reality. Not talking about them is like a Bond movie without a villain.
But I won't mention them. At all. In any way.
Oh, well, allright then. Just a little.
I came back from a trip to London to find people had been told I'd left, and my office full of filing cabinet.
And then... oh, but no. I just can't.