Date Sunday 12 February Time 3.20pm
My thoughts and reflections:
Just as I’d admitted defeat, concluded he had moved on and, therefore, stopped checking phone every ten minutes, I finally heard from Guy Carmichael.
We had an hour of messaging back and forth.
He said sorry for being incommunicado and that his meeting with the consultants last week had not gone well.
Apparently, he’d been saddled with some jobsworth who was clearly an oik and therefore had it in for Guy on principle.
I sympathised and said he should try living with Astrid .
He wanted me to sit tests and justify my job, Alice.
For fuck’s sake. I made more for the company last quarter than that little shit could ever make .
There was a gap, whilst I thought about how I could barely justify my job to myself, let alone an independent third party, and whether Guy Carmichael would still be fit if he were fired.
Then he messaged again saying that his wife was away next weekend and maybe I could come over on Saturday night.
Had to tell him about going home to the Cotswolds for babysitting.
Haven’t heard back and so now back to checking phone every ten seconds and wondering if I’ve blown it…
I ask the Universe:
To teach Astrid the consequences of her teaching me lessons.
To give me another chance with Guy Carmichael.