The Closed Branch

Things are looking up at work - I got issued with a proper pass at last, and I feel that I've begun to get my head around the programme artefacts (yas!), though I may find that by Monday I've forgotten them all again. On the downside, I succumbed to the temptation to stroll to Gregg's at lunchtime, for no good reason at all. And I walked out with a chicken bake! And it was as disappointing as I suspected it would be. Another downside was that previously although stuck out in the business parkland wilderness, I could stroll to the Branch when paying in boatie club cheques. B*gg*r me, they've closed it down! I know this is how the public are treated, but staff?

And then I met the boss. His mind is clearly full of a great many things, and even giving me a small brain dump rapidly filled mine to overflowing, which was quite alarming. He'll be fine - he just needs working on. Gulp.

Anyway, after that, out to see Selma at the Cameo which was just terrific. Great performances and quite nicely theatrical politics. Aye.