Ghost travelling
Off travelling again. I'm not frightfully eager to go, but feel half tempted by the sheer luxury of it. I was asked to go very nicely, but there was a hidden threat of "go or else". So I'm off: I may be some time.
But I have to get back for a rock/ska gig run by a guy who sits near me and, if I get a minute or two spare, off to the gang show, the production of which is being organised by my boss. This is typical of my new job: there's immensely stressy excitement and, more importantly, a team feeling: if, of course, you're a team player. If you're not, there is the threat of the outer darkness and there's always a tinge of chaos hovering on the threshold of the office, just waiting to creep in when we're not looking.
But I have to get back for a rock/ska gig run by a guy who sits near me and, if I get a minute or two spare, off to the gang show, the production of which is being organised by my boss. This is typical of my new job: there's immensely stressy excitement and, more importantly, a team feeling: if, of course, you're a team player. If you're not, there is the threat of the outer darkness and there's always a tinge of chaos hovering on the threshold of the office, just waiting to creep in when we're not looking.