Powell

Just warming up to work today when my phone rang. I looked and saw it was Powell.

Uh-oh.

I wondered what it could be. Probably bad news. I picked up the phone anyway.

He said he was calling because the person he is supervising has a trial with TA, who I had in my trial, and he "just wanted to make sure I understood the Code", because "I am wrong". He began telling me about how a document TA gave them was wrong, which meant I was wrong. He repeated those words a few times. My blood was boiling and I felt like hanging up on him, but I remained civil and just said "ahuh" until he finished.

I went to Clare's room, closed the door and said "Powell is a fucking cunt!"

I told her, and she said he was weird as well. She obviously told Moira after, because Moira came into my room. She talked to me about him, called him a gargoyle, and I think it was her way of comforting me, which I appreciated.

I really wanted to talk to Genie but she was in court. I waited till she came back and then asked her out for a walk, and I repeated the cunt label. She suggested I look back at the history of that document, because it may not have even been done by me. Good idea, so I did. Apparently the one I had sent TA was correct, but the one he sent back to me had the error which I didn't pick up.

I thought about it in a calmer manner in the afternoon, and realised what a malicious little shit Powell was. He immediately assumed it was me who committed the error, and was eager to pounce on it. What the fuck does another branch matter to him? I felt like punching him.

After work I met with Jim and we ate at Market City. I made small talk at first by asking him about his Ayers Rock trip, but then we got to the meat of our conversation - Bo. He showed me Bo's "ultimatum" to him, which required Jim to apologise to Bo's girlfriend for disrespecting her. What the fuck indeed...

We talked for a while before going to plush toy shops to look for presents he had to get, until finally we went to one I suggested and he bought some things there. The girl who worked there was crazy cheerful. Looking at the toys and the prices, I realised this was a good place to get something for Erica. I thought I might have to if that damn jewellery thing didn't arrive, but when I got home, the delivery slip was on my desk. So it wasn't a ripoff afterall.