I had to ask to find out that she was called Barbara. She seems nice enough, but likes Mel C, and I came in to a radio playing FoxFM, and there's something else too. Damn. Something beyond coming in to the sound of Bruce Springsteen. Something else.
She chats on about getting a sandwich toaster. What do I care? I'm out of here, here to nowhere, in fact, they won't find me a desk.
I ask what the drugs project is about and she's fairly vague: "Monica just sort of feels that there isn't enough ebing done about drugs in Oxford ... the works going to be, well drugs and young people in Ofxordshire ... just working with that ... just reaching the various elements, and staying, sort of on top of it."
Dispiritment. *sigh* must get on with my unit plan. Well, at least it stops me getting on with any actual work.
Damn. Strange mumbling noises, too. And she doesn't like having the door open.
She's asking me questions about fonts.
Literally/figuratively, take your pick.