I'm getting a new Mac, and now I have the fidgets, waiting for delivery.

Catastrophe Client has gone right up the fucking creek. But I am at least getting to laugh at the emails flying around. They were going in circles, which got smaller, and smaller, and then they reach a dot. Someone actually replied to their own email with an attempt to handball their own question.

Previously I said it was like I'd been adopted by the client I miss. I still get enough emails from them to keep me sane. And - I've been included in staff emails about closed door warehouse sales with insane discounts. Nothing I want so far, but I've been feeling excluded from my own team at work, so I may have to go native.

New guy I'm helping to train seems good. I think I nearly have him trained to trust his own judgement. I've explained that we pay him to think, and must have hired him because we thought he was capable... so if he thinks refusing credit it the right choice, go with that choice.

Lunch tomorrow, and new guy couldn't help me when I explained the trauma of pre-ordering. I have gone wild and ordered something expensive, and I've let the order maker know that it'll be an expensive lesson for me if tomorrow I am not in the mood for high-class meat. They had thought it was because monthly pay has just hit - then I got to be happy because I hadn't thought of pay.