As preparation for my most-anticipated film for 2011, based on one of my favorite novels of all time, I’m currently listening to the recent Radio 4 adaptation. (Later, I plan to re-watch the television adaptation and to re-read the book, of course.)
I’ve just finished listening to the second of its three parts this morning, which means I’m as fully immersed as work and the rest of my life allows, which led to several misadventures this morning (and no, this is by no means an attempt at a Le Carre pastiche; I doubt I’ll ever have that man’s facility with language).
I arrived at the office and immediately opened
the briefcase handcuffed to my wristmy bag, which contained a highly-sensitive dossierrecommendation letter I wrote for an agenta student who was picking it up that morning from my local runnerthe Department secretary. The student requested for this letter by dropping me a note in a dead-letter dropmy pigeonhole last week. He arrived as I was encodingpreparing the document for his pick-up this morning. I was momentarily startled, as if he broke cover, but I simply handed him the letter and wished him luck in his missionapplication.
The next bit is a little funnier since I virtually sound like I’m in the intelligence business here, with minimal moments of sous rature:
One of my research assistants handed me the highly-confidential (it really was, as indicated by the stamp on the sealed envelope I was given)
mission briefingproject appointment from HR. (Come to think of it, it IS a mission briefing, since it details a special and somewhat secret project I’ve been tasked to do.) It was a vital document that needed to go to my contact in Personnel, who had been calling me about it for the past two weeks, so I immediately went out and headed over there to pass it on.
Since I’ve been quite absent-minded these days, it took me a while to notice the envelope had my name on it as a receiver: I was so overwhelmed by the importance of the document, which up until this morning I didn’t even know existed, that I thought it was something for Personnel’s eyes only. Realizing my mistake, I opened it, clumsily tearing the envelope in my haste, certainly looking as if I was about to read something I wasn’t supposed to. I signed the document, but realized at the last minute that I needed to take note of details (like my salary) I needed to tell
So I took photographs of the document with the camera on my mobile phone.
I also picked up my paycheck today, and of course, I had to show my
papers faculty ID first before signing a release form that had me leaving Accounting with a smile on my face and Smiley on my head heart head heart END TRANSMISSION.
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