Almost all the morning spent in a meeting planning the launch of the new logistics and society initiative. Kathy W from Media Relations at Head Office came down to attend the meeting. Kathy agreed with me that the key to getting people to take our proposals seriously is to create a substantial narrative drive.
Afterwards, while we were waiting for the taxi to take her to the station, she told us jokes about Alec Nussbaum.
My trip to Paris is in doubt and Callum Smith may go instead.
Campaign Manager Keith Chandler left today. At 4.30 there were the usual presents and forced speeches. And then he was gone.
A quiet day, mainly because the Institute's Director, Vijay Singh, was out.
I sat at my desk and looked out of the window and felt entirely unenthusiastic about doing any work.
At lunchtime I went to a local shopping mall, wandering through the marble halls in a tired sort of daze (I didn't get much sleep last night). I went into a sports shop where Basshunter was playing far too loud (All I ever wanted, which seemed appropriate music for a retail outlet). I went into Marks & Spencer to look at the suits and almost bought a grey one and a cream coloured shirt, but stopped myself at the last moment.
Back in the office I discovered that if I ask for a book from the Reading Room downstairs they will bring it to my desk. No-one else gets this treatment apart from Vijay Singh. I sent an e-mail requesting some published research and some unpublished reports and they were brought up to me by "librarian" Gary, looking unimpressed with the weight of the load.
Later, as I was going home, the library's manager Stan D darted out of his door and told me I was not allowed to take any of the books home. I told him I had no intention of removing any of the books. He looked as if he wanted to search my bag (an old laptop bag I use as a briefcase).
Vijay Singh back in the office so some semblance of work had to be attempted. I searched through photo libraries for images - good visual communication is almost as important as a convincing text. An impromptu meeting of all managers to discuss economies we could make.
A day off to go to the dentist (I took the day as holiday).
The morning sun so bright and hard that the landscape sparkled.
I telephoned my aunt and she told me she had found a homeless person sleeping in the stairwell of her flat this morning. She had offered him a cup of tea but he declined and gathered up his stuff and walked off. I asked her down for a couple of weeks.
More outbursts in the Admin team, mainly Pat B (brassy blonde hair) arguing with Anglea and Kayla about work that hadn't been done.
A review meeting with the printer we use, discussing reprints of our publications.
Then I wrote my report for the management meeting - I was surprised at how much has been achieved and how I am mostly on top of things.
The management meeting in the afternoon was so poorly attended that my splendid report was wasted. Afterwards Vijay Singh asked me what was going on in the Admin team (they work near me and I hear everything they say to each other). I told him Pat B wasn't capable of managing junior staff.