Lanyards

On my way to bed, my growing collection of lanyards attached ID badges and passes. Is that desperation or not?

Monday - acting receptionist, decider of where to put the boiler and water cooler, discussions with a partner that are exciting but bring loads more work, all to be done by Friday, sitting in with a team, rugby, alone in the office till 7 and then observer of the aftermath of a nasty accident on the Mile. Looked like a cyclist down on the road, 2 ambulances, 2 police cars and a police van.

Home for soup and quiz shows and work emails and invoices.

That was Monday, oh and there is no heating on the 2nd floor. Baltic it was this afternoon.