all the corners of the buildings

My Ultimately Big Boss had one of those Touch Base sort of meetings with me this afternoon - as an abstract concept, the kind of token buzz-word get-together which fills me with a sense of lowering doom. However, my belief in her ultimate support of my academic nature, self-definition and overall happiness has been materially improved by the fact that (a) she informed me upfront that I am pretty much the best possible candidate for this job, and (b) she spent fifteen minutes asking me fascinated questions about fan fiction and encouraging me to babble in a more or less intellectual fashion. This seems promising, not to mention being about a thousand percent improvement on the interest levels of my old department.

Other reasons not to whinge about my job: the view from my window.



While on the subject of pictorial evidence, reasons to wimp out of making dinner for jo's game tomorrow night:



The nice cabinet-maker man has made a fascinating sort of exploded diagram of the kitchen, removing for the purpose the sink, the oven and all actual counter space. The kitchen contents are piled all over the dining-room, where they occasionally slither over on top of the cats. I'm about to go out for take-out.