Met my new boss yesterday. Turns out he's as opinionated, engaging and indiscreet as the last one. He's already told me something no-one else knows yet. Doesn't he know I'm shit at discretion? Obviously not. I got into real trouble a couple of years ago for not knowing when to keep my mouth shut. Just escaped a formal disciplining, got away with my pay being cut. How long before I manage to fuck this one up? It's a car-crash waiting to happen. And at the end of a rather difficult conversation (imagine trying to feel your way through a dark room to shake hands with someone who keeps flailing their arms around randomly), I had to tell him I'll be missing a load of work due to my operation. What do they say about managers - don't bring them problems, bring them solutions. Huh, solve that one. Not a brilliant start to the next few months.
On a brighter note, it's nearly Spring. I ate my butties on the picnic table out the back of the building yesterday, sat out on the front step with a brew on Saturday morning, felt the sunshine on my face digging over the allotment. At last! Not long til the first camping trip of the season!
