One minute they say it will be unseasonably warm, now it's going to be unseasonably cold. Oh what fun British weather can be. Not to worry, it's a nice day and on my way down to the Job Centre I passed Miss L taking a break before she catches the bus home. That was a pleasant encounter. It sort of goes downhill from there.

Is That You?

A quick stop at the library to enter todays blog entry. I've only got half an hour left on todays allocation, so I go straight to the booking computer, select my desired vacant PC, and thread my way between the densely packed shelves to where a woman is trying to log on. That's me, I told her her as I pointed at the reservation name on the screen.

"Oh..." She said in bemused amazement, "That's always happening to me. Whenever I try to log someone always books it..."

Yeah whatever. I desperately want to shout at her to get the heck off the PC. The timer is counting and the last thing I need right now is a conversation in the slow lane. Patience... Patience... I smile back and nod, gritting my teeth.

"So your name is... Caldrail.. Lord? Is that you?"

Yes. Yes it is. Please let this woman wake up sometime in the next twenty odd minutes. She made a sort of breathless sound as if she'd just met a celebrity. Well at least it made her day.

Rubbing My Nose In It

She's done it again. "Is Mister Caldrail here?" She called across the office.

My claims advisor knows I don't go by that title anymore. I seem to remember that we made an agreement about that last time. Nonetheless she refuses to acknowledge my title, determined to restrict me to working class adolescence, and waits for the chance to browbeat me into subservience if I do anything other than glare back at her. I cannot tell you what a loathsome woman she is.

This might be a storm in a tea-cup, but I don't see why she can dictate to me what I am or how I should be approached. Her employer has rules for that and I'm quite sure she didn't write them. I'm supposed to receive a phone call from her manager today. What's the betting I don't?