Tuesday I'm In Love
Dec. 13th, 2011 10:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
commonpeople1I was by the photocopier this morning when one of the directors came up to me and asked how I was doing. Fine and you? I replied. "So I hear you are the best temp we have ever had," she said. That made me stumble. Really? I mumbled something about this being a quiet time and my luck at not having many tasks to deal with. It made me feel so good about myself the rest of the day.
Then this night I thought, maybe she says this to all temps? Not that she doesn't mean it, but, as a very cunning woman (as most women are) she noticed I was a little too quiet, a little too set in keeping one foot out of the door, and this was her way of lifting me up and making me feel more part of the team (as all temps before me?) Women are smart creatures...
I went to Boddington Café for lunch with colleagues. It apparently used to be a squat ages ago before being turned into a very affordable vegetarian/vegan restaurant. It was delicious, with a great atmosphere. Highly recommended if you are in the Vauxhall area.
On Sunday, I met old colleagues from King's College for brunch at Soho Townhouse. A bit too expensive for my taste but the breakfast was good. Rupert Everett was sitting in one corner with a pair of good looking (gay) men. One of my friends thought she spotted Billy Zane with his parents, but I had a look and I'm not convinced it was him.
On Saturday, I hung out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loveinsuburbia, neenaw and king_prawn at the Pig Ear's Beer and Cider Festival, in Hackney. It was interesting. Our sport was to sit in the second floor circle and try to spot gay people in the crowd. Later, I went back to Flapping Central and drank some more, ate some dodgy pizza (I swear I'm never eating spicy chicken takeaway EVER AGAIN), and talked back at the X Factor. Flapping Central's wi-fi is called Scrotum.
Then this night I thought, maybe she says this to all temps? Not that she doesn't mean it, but, as a very cunning woman (as most women are) she noticed I was a little too quiet, a little too set in keeping one foot out of the door, and this was her way of lifting me up and making me feel more part of the team (as all temps before me?) Women are smart creatures...
I went to Boddington Café for lunch with colleagues. It apparently used to be a squat ages ago before being turned into a very affordable vegetarian/vegan restaurant. It was delicious, with a great atmosphere. Highly recommended if you are in the Vauxhall area.
On Sunday, I met old colleagues from King's College for brunch at Soho Townhouse. A bit too expensive for my taste but the breakfast was good. Rupert Everett was sitting in one corner with a pair of good looking (gay) men. One of my friends thought she spotted Billy Zane with his parents, but I had a look and I'm not convinced it was him.
On Saturday, I hung out with
loveinsuburbia, neenaw and king_prawn at the Pig Ear's Beer and Cider Festival, in Hackney. It was interesting. Our sport was to sit in the second floor circle and try to spot gay people in the crowd. Later, I went back to Flapping Central and drank some more, ate some dodgy pizza (I swear I'm never eating spicy chicken takeaway EVER AGAIN), and talked back at the X Factor. Flapping Central's wi-fi is called Scrotum.
