telephoto lens - the bongos

again, a note waiting for me at reception. would i mind, awfully, going back to my normal office? leaving the filing til monday?

i sighed, folded the note into a pocket and trudged up the stairs.

my desk was tidier than i remember it. which could only mean one thing - it had been given away.

i glanced around the room, but no-one was giving me any eye-contact. i walked back the way i came and knocked on the door to my supervisor's office.

right enough, he'd found me a "new" desk - practically out in the corridor! i wonder if this is his way of "solving" the problem?

i'm starting to resent being stuck back upstairs, where it's harder to text. still, back to the basement on monday.

i squeezed off a quick text to Ms Simone, just to let Her know the situation.

there was allso a message from criminally in-sadie; an invite to view Her new pictures on ic. i made a mental note to forget that as quickly as possible.

becoming someone's property involves a fairly extensive paradigm-shift. now that Ms Simone's talking about 24/7 (at some point) one of the hoops i have to jump through is sloughing off my lifelong habit of making decisions for myself - without losing that ability - in case my owner should require it!

lunchtime, i went to a pub a few streets away, where i was unlikely to run into any of the scum i worked with. i had the veggieburger (surprise surprise!) and chips and texted Ms Simone, stella and elaine.

Stella was busy. elaine seemed uncommunicative, monosyllabic. Ms Simone seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me.

the afternoon crawled by like something injured. still nobody making eye-contact with me. i left around four-thirty, just long enough to let the rest of them get out ahead of me and left.

i walked into town. had a look around hmv and waited for the bus. i'm writing this on that bus to Ms Simone's.