Who am i, where am i, what have i been doing, where am i going ...

The flat hunting is still trudging along. I get the distinct impression that i'm on some kind of dating site thing where the ad for the Pammy Anderson look-a-like turns out to be Kenneth Branagh in drag ... who's seen in profile from a distance, at the end of a very long, dark, dank and rain whipped alleyway when the moon is hidden behind the clouds

Given the truthiness involved in the ads, even the photos don't help that much - i go on visits not feeling particularly enthused about where i'm about to put my feet
.....

Work is as tedious as it ever was. It's become even more hysterical than before and i'm pretty much resigned to looking for a new job - i know, i know, NOW is not the time, but if i don't start looking sometime, i never will do

It's the end of the year work-up, with the added stress of making sure that people finish their courses before the 31st, people who need to spend what's left of their training budget before the 31st, trainers dropping like flies and the planning harridans busy screwing things up left, right and centre for all they're 'worth'
.....

Marge, the AccountsWomanFromHell, has a new battle cry : "C'est une catastrophe"
Company 'X' has forgotten to send the training agreement back to us : C'est une catastrophe
Trainee 'Y' has not signed his end of course papers : C'est une catastrophe
There are no tea bags left and the kettle is empty ?
Yup : C'est une catastrophe enorme

BoyIdiot ? For all his faults, he's pretty much the only thing that's stayed a bit stable over the last year - he still throws his clothes on his back in the dark of night in a daltonian frenzy, still scuttles around on what sounds like cloven hooves and still simpers and moons creepily around young unsuspecting young females

TheGuvnor, who's replaced MissusBossWoman, has made an effort with the Consumermas decorations to brighten the office up a bit
The result is Barbara Cartland on bad acid where she's still, against all odds, increadibly lucid

I had a bit of a debate with one of my trainers today:
"A hooors boudoir or a cheap gin palace : how do we best describe our work place ?"