Date Friday 3 March Time 9.45am
My thoughts and reflections:
It’s kind of amazing how responsive the Universe is… in many ways. Just received this email:
From: [email protected]
Dear Alice,
I am contacting you because it has become apparent that you are in some way known to / have had prior involvement with a member of LL Group. In keeping with our company policy, and to preserve the impartiality of the process, I will be your point of liaison and all responsibility is devolved to me.
I would ask, at this time, that you do not share any information with me regarding your involvement with LL Group, or attempt to make contact with your known person until further notice, otherwise the process may be compromised.
Please be aware that you should similarly expect no communication from LL Group, other than from me.
We thank you for your cooperation and understanding; should you have any questions, please do not hesitate to get in contact.
I look forward to meeting you next week.
Clare Atkins
Managing Director
LL Group
I emailed her straight back, asking whether I should let my colleagues know the situation or not mention it.
She told me that, as she was unaware of the precise nature of my prior involvement with LL Group, it was my decision, although she suggested I carefully consider any possible ramifications of sharing information and think with regard to professionalism and ‘need to know’.
She said based on the information she did have, she could tell me the connection had been deemed ‘personal and insignificant’ in terms of any potential conflict of interest.
So, manifesting works again: I don’t have to see Matthew Lloyd.
Which is really good. And it sounds like it’s best if I don’t mention I know him to my colleagues, which is, again, what I wanted.
Thank goodness I didn’t get a chance on Monday night!
My ‘insignificant’ connection to him. I don’t quite know where he gets off deciding that though.
I would say turning up at my family home every bloody Christmas is pretty significant .
I wouldn’t say that summer we spent together working at the Lamb was insignificant.
I wouldn’t say that going away to Dartmoor for the night was insignificant.
But, you know, whatever. Obviously I won’t attempt to make contact with the complete twat.
Not now I’ve been instructed not to. I’ve got half a mind to tell my mum though.
About the insignificant. She’d make contact.
Or maybe I should just track him down myself.
Tell him what he can do with his instructions.
In one word:
Rude