I had lunch with Katie today but I didn’t get a chance to try and talk her out of quitting. There are two reasons for this.
1. She came in before lunch and handed in her resignation.
2. Our lunch was interrupted by Oliver who ran into us at the café. (Eeeeeek)
My work life and personal life is supposed to be separate and seeing Oliver standing there, waving at me like a little innocent puppy over Katie’s shoulder was one of the most horrifying moments of my life. (Beat out by the time I saw what they keep in the room at the back of the archives…. shudder.)
Managed to cover well, or at leas Katie did, I sat there, eyes wide and squeaky voice back in full effect.
Like I said I’m not good with secrets.
On that note I should mention am going to start my training to be a NCFA (Non-Combat Field Agent) on Monday.
This is a terrible idea, I am not cut out for field work, I can see this all going wrong, will definitely f**k it up, am rubbish at everything, am going to make a fool of myself and will have to quit my job move away to Belgium to hide from the shame and I don’t think Oliver will be able to relocate so I’ll be single again… alone… in Belgium.
Okay that was a bit of an overreaction.
I should probably just say I’m a bit nervous about training. Myup. That’s it.
Just a tad.
