Growing pains
So, things of import, and things err....not of import have happened. To me. An' that.
My existing boss (Chris) has now told the partner group that I'm moving, and my new boss (also, confusingly, Chris) has confirmed. Some sort of announcement shall be made on Friday. ICE baby - or so my husband (the original Chris), informs me.
Richard Hammond is growing his hair. He looks like a knob. I am not a happy woman. My husband is not growing his hair. He just hasn't had it cut for a while. He does not look like a knob - just a little scruffy around the edges.
I am deciding whether to go to MPH 07 in November and watch the Top Gear crew muck around with supercars.
As you can tell - it's not exactly life-changing stuff. But then again, I never promised it would be.
My existing boss (Chris) has now told the partner group that I'm moving, and my new boss (also, confusingly, Chris) has confirmed. Some sort of announcement shall be made on Friday. ICE baby - or so my husband (the original Chris), informs me.
Richard Hammond is growing his hair. He looks like a knob. I am not a happy woman. My husband is not growing his hair. He just hasn't had it cut for a while. He does not look like a knob - just a little scruffy around the edges.
I am deciding whether to go to MPH 07 in November and watch the Top Gear crew muck around with supercars.
As you can tell - it's not exactly life-changing stuff. But then again, I never promised it would be.