quite the weekend.

( Friday's phone travails )

( Family crises, power-cut-related and otherwise )

( Georgeville at last )

Time for work, I think, more to come later.

interlude

Christmas party photos have been provided (yes, sometimes we're slow about these things).

Anthony was looking through them this afternoon and this followed:

"Hey Robin, were you wearing a sort of sparkly diamond-shaped thing at the Christmas party? At least, not actually diamond-shaped, but with different-coloured diamonds on it?"

(thinks) "Um... yeah, maybe, why?"

"I guess that is you, then. I thought it might be you, but it looked very different."

(pause while I go look at the pictures, which feature me in contacts and showing a lot of gum while I laugh, very disturbing)

"Yup, that's me all right. Maybe it's because I've been wearing glasses ever since you met me."

"You're not wearing glasses today."

"Yeah, I am." (I have, in fact, been wearing glasses all summer.)

(Anthony's head appears over the partition) "Oh. Yeah. You are."

Timelines, timelines, timelines

They're the bane of my existence. Nowhere is the "please the client, but keep it realistic" aspect of my job spelled out in such large letters. And they always put someting ridiculous into the proposals and the client always wants something different anyway. Oh well, I know for a fact they are never adhered to in any case, and it's usually not our fault. I feel better about this particular one because I just noticed the version in the proposal starts a month earlier than we are actually starting. Phew.

In related news, I'm about to go blind from staring at MS Project. If I send this to the client she'll be horrified, it has 234 items... I think I'll just make a summary version, shall I? Yes.

Otherwise, I'm quite excited about this project.

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It may be worth mentioning that the Christmas photos also feature a couple shots of the dairy-farming accordion player.

Damn, he was cute.

But no conversation. Sigh.