purplerabbits

I look like this now.
I've got furry socks with poppies on them.
I seem to have accidentally volunteered to be treasurer for Lughnassadh. Oops. Also helping with cooking, which may mean I end up coordinating most of the buying.
I'm going to Glasgow on Sunday for a barbeque with the famous Angus. It will probably rain.
I am rocking quite hard at work, but this does not always make me feel great. Sometimes it makes me feel bad because productivity and change and creativity all lay me open to comment, and it's oh-so-easy to interpret comment as criticism.
Mind you the remark about how "I know you well enough that I know that will always be your response [to keep things as they are]" was bloody offensive. I'm the one who's been right at the forefront of our massive growth and change over the past five years and I can't have achieved all that by being hidebound. I am, however, opposed to change handed down from above without reference to my knowledge and experience. Humph.
I rock so hard at work that I am meeting someone at 5pm when I should be sloping off for a pint.
I think there's a snag in there somewhere...