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Email Karma

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Debbie, my desk buddy at work, has been away for a week sampling the delights of New York with her boyfriend. Cleverly, this time she had forwarded her phones and email to our manager Mark, in case things were missed while she was gone.
Arriving back at work this morning she waded through outstanding things, while regaling us with perfect tales of iceskating in Central Park and shopping in Macy’s and Bloomingdales. During the morning, our new Managing Director announced he was leaving for the airport – and it dawned on us that there was no-one in management left in the building. Emails flew around the office about going home early, what plans there were for tomorrow night – our monthly office “bonding session” in the pub – and how it was generally great that there were no managers in.
After half an hour, an email came into Debbie’s inbox from our manager Mark.
“Debbie,” it started. “You might want to think about turning me off your email autoforwarding now.”

This weekend’s naughtiness

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So, this weekend then.
Well, Friday night was cinema night, with Michelle and I going to the Odeon in Guildford to watch Gangs of New York. Very, very good, all 3 hours of it. Most impressed. Got out at 1.30am to see police around The Drink nightclub, and thought nothing more until the next morning, when this story surfaced about Girls Aloud causing havoc in Guildford. Already. My contact (sounds good, doesn’t it…) says The Drink got ?7500 for selling the story on Saturday afternoon – if only I’d though of it…
Saturday night heralded Elli’s 23rd birthday party, with plenty of memorable moments again. They’re all listed in Jac’s now infamous website I can always tell it’s been a great party when it take the rest of the following day to recover…

Ahhh, back home…

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As the rain started pattering on the aeroplane’s window, I knew I was back home. I just wanted to grab England in a gentle headlock and ruffle its hair in delight. The flight began and ended on time; not without a few tense moments, mind. Namely, the astonishingly troublesome turbulence as we set off; the terrorisingly close path over New Orleans right in the middle of the Super Bowl, just after hearing of its high security alert as a potential terrorist target; and of course the pilot uttering, “and to our left you can see the now infamously changed New York skyline” as another bout of turbulence kicks in for laughs. I felt like an iceberg waiting for the Titanic. But here I am, still amazed at the sight of twinkling city lights in the night sky 10,000 feet below, and the shooting star that looked for all the world like a stray missile. Now, I really must get some sleep – 31 hours is a long time to be awake in anyone’s book…