Wanderer returns

H back. For the time being all is lovely again.

He did the drugs last night. Not much better at it than me if the truth be known but at least there's one less responsibility for me to handle. And so far we are good together. He laughed when I made broccoli (one of the things the doctor recommended for fertility) and he ate it rather than getting angry about 'old wives tales' and us having to dedicate our lives to the fertility battle.

Can we really have turned a corner? I daren't believe it, trust it. Part of me is suspicious, waiting for the horrors to return.

New temping job today too which is fun. PA to the Dean of infectious diseases up at the medical school at the University. At first I was a bit befuddled as it was unclear exactly what I was supposed to be doing but by the end of the day I was really enjoying it.

The Dean is a very short but very nice man. Not got little man syndrome at all. Obviously passionate about what he does and an academic - but not distant or hoity toity.

I spent the afternoon typing up letters confirming jobs after the probationary period had passed. He was so effusive about how wonderful every single person was, I nearly shed a tear. There was even a slightly cross letter asking whether it wasn't an insult to such obviously talented people to put them through this probationary rigmarole at all. Wasn't it obvious they should be confirmed? He felt embarrassed even bringing it up.

I did have some issues with technology though which made me feel like a dysfunctional cartoon character. I don't know whether it was me or the archaic systems they use. Probably both. The dean asked me to make a cappuccino, which is fine, probably the job of a PA for all I know. But I wasn't very good at it and the machine nearly exploded. Then a student came in wanting to use the fax machine and we couldn't get it to work. Then I had issues with the machine which imported his dictaphone and everyone ended up getting involved - not very helpfully. Even the email seems to be misbehaving. The Dean keeps saying he has sent emails but none come through. Sigh.