Upset Stomach

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

I am sure you are to sick to death of hearing about Poo-Gate by now. I was sick to death of living it. 

The good news. It is over. I was recovered just in time to go into the office.

Yay.

Actually today wasn't too bad. I traumatised a Waka Kotahi man by sitting in his seat (it's hot-desking but we all know this means nothing) but other than this it was a very quiet day. I read documents. I did stuff. Nothing interesting, but hey.

Probably of the MOST interest was the fact that PM Subbu had told me Tuesday was the day we all come in. And he was at home.

I take this as a good sign and means it is a strong possibility that I will work from home for the remainder of the week. 

I'm kind of liking Subbu. He has a slightly resigned, pragmatic air to him. Almost as if a thought bubble follows him around with the words. "Sigh. I don't really care," written in it. He apologises for "boring" me with documents and tells me we are working on a "project" not a "programme" because "a programme means more paperwork for me."

I appreciate this in a PM.

I also explored Lambton Quay which is something I didn't do too much from Kainga Ora. Not that KO was very far from there, it was just that we'd grab lunch nearby and make rude jokes about each other. 

Waka Kotahi doesn't feel like a rude joke place. And my KO pals were all working from home today, so I found an Asian supermarket on Lambton Quay and bought rice wine, kimchi and lots of other exciting things to try. 

And I'm sure my stomach recoiled in horror. Perhaps Poo-Gate isn't over after all.

S.