First day back at work after the break today. It wasn’t too bad. Not much happening. Spent all morning chatting with people, especially Norman. Norman is sort of my boss, jammed between Stuart (the owner of the company) and me. I suppose you’d call Norman my supervisor, except that he’s too polite to be a supervisor. Anyway, we both know I don’t need supervising. I’ve been doing this job for nearly ten years.
It was good to have a drinkable cup of coffee again. Norman makes a really good cup somehow, and for some reason I can’t make one to save my life. All I have to say is, ‘Getting a coffee, Norman. Do you want me to make you one?’ and he’s up like a shot, elbowing me out of the way, boiling the kettle in case I do it first. It’s pleasing to have coffee made for me, I don’t want him to stop, but it’s also, well, insulting. I can’t work out which feeling wins.
Norman spent the break with his family at their holiday house down south. I think he was glad to be back at work. He can’t stand them. They spent most of the holiday cleaning and tidying up. Great holiday. Also, it took him away from his golf club committee responsibilities. How did they manage without him?