Sometimes my big mouth gets me in just the right places. If all goes well next week, yesterday's carefully timed whinge might turn into a management assignment that lands me a new layer of seniority when I return from mat leave.
Provided I kick royal ass and everything goes smoothly, which it won't, but it might just be un-bumpy enough.
And in other news, I'm way too excited for Geeks and Pol to think of much other news. I had such a beautiful image when Dave told me that he'd gotten a chance to chat with Geeks last night, and he described the sweaty hospital scene. Well done, guys -- well done!
I'd ask for gory details, but... I think I'm entering the stage where I don't want to hear about the cracked and bleeding nipples, whether Dr. Sears lied about labour pain, etc etc. I think I'll ask to compare notes... After.
Wow. Worlds have changed this year. Whole worlds.