GRAAAAAR →[More:]So I was going to be on a work off-site event thingy, with games and rides and eventually lawn bowls and a booze-up. All sounds nice enough. The thing is that for the last few weeks I've been seconded to help another team who seem to have had a little trouble in the area of arse/elbow identification. Accordingly, they've leant on my boss's boss to lean on my boss to lean on me to just pop in to work instead of going to the event. OK, so I'm not happy, but I was just walking past the building on my way to a tram. So here I am, an no-one can tell me what it is they want. The person that, everyone agrees, has a few questions that can't possibly wait hasn't deigned to turn up just yet. So I'm sitting on my arse writing fuming posts for metachat instead. Grrrr.

God I hate this place sometimes.