David Brent spirit lives here. I’m waiting for Sue to pip up with the line “I’m a friend first, and a boss second” – well, when you start sharing your lunch, Sue, we’ll believe you.
The number of cameras shoved in your face and inconspicious DV Cams placed to catch the mundane (ha!) activities of our humdrum, bearly tolerable working lives has grown. Beatrice has been scouting about looking for the boring things that we’ll miss in the Mitchell. Like leaks, loose wires to trip over and dust bunnies. Well, more like vampire dust bunnies here. I swear if we left this place without any human activity for a week, we’d come back to find tumbleweed and dust bunnies drumming tribal beats.
Heard about some of the preliminary the plans for the Michell. Sheets of plane glass? Mezzanines? Bridges? Oh my! I’m going to retrain as a constrution worker to get guaranteed employment and a say in what happens in the library. Do you think we could bury something during the construction like they did with the Saltire under Wembley like a can of chickpeas? A tea pot? Some knitting needles? Lets face it, I wouldn’t cut it as a builder, I’d be an outcast. I just don’t drink tea.
