So, how are we all? It's actually sunny today, I'm amazed considering the amount of rain we've had recently. I bought a skirt for Jeff's wedding & tomorrow I'm going to attempt to find a top to go with it *sigh* Actually, that might be a problem considering that my bank card has now run out & my new one hasn't arrived. Well it has, but about a month after it was supposed to so I cancelled it & ordered a new one. So I have an old card & a cancelled card & not one that I can use. I think the sensible thing to do would be to have 2 bank accounts with cards that have different expiry dates. Shall be getting on to that as soon as I have money.

Jane left her notice on the desk on Saturday, so Will found it on Sunday & offered me the deputy manager job, which I will now start on Monday. Though due to holidays etc, we have decided that I'm going to have the whole of August off, or I'll be left trying to run the shop on my own for several weeks. Which is fine cause looking after the shop while Will's away would not be fun, but it does mean that I won't get paid for a month. Not really sure how well that's going to work.

I'm procrastinating again. I have all these dvds that I want to watch but I keep thinking, no, must try & do work. So instead I end up wasting time on the internet all day & not actually doing any work, so I could really have watched that dvd. *sigh*

Erm, I'm trying to think of an interesting story but I don't think I have one. Which is sad. I haven't had an interesting story in a while :(
I shall endeavour to get myself suck in a completely random & annoying situation some time in the near future so that I have something interesting to say the next time I post.

Hello there. I'm afraid that meeting Alan Rickman is still my most interesting story right now, though if you go over to facebook you can see a photo of me sitting in McDonalds before the play looking like someone just shoved something up my arse. Why do people insist on putting really bad photos on facebook? Surely there are enough pictures that don't feature me looking like a tit to fill up an album.

*still* no word from Jane about the job, it's getting annoying. I almost mentioned it accidentally a few times today. Tomorrow, I am going to attempt to find something to wear to Jeff's wedding. I'm really not someone who looks good in clothes for weddings. *sigh*

I learnt yesterday, as a random piece of information, that they can now hold premiers at the O2 arena. Which seats 10,000 people. That would be a really weird premier, surely. Or just generally a really weird cinema. 10,000 people, 10,000?? What if you ended up right at the back? Oh shit, can't see, that guy 1000 rows in front is really tall.

There's a water stain on the bottom of my glass that looks like the queen's head. Just though you might want to know that.

In other news, I have done absolutely no work since I last posted. Bad Ster. The plan was to do some tonight, but as you can see I am procrastinating a little...
I also, as an example of my undisputed genius, decided to watch sense & sensibility at midnight when I had work at 7 the next morning. A brilliant idea I'm sure you'll all agree.
I don't really have anything to say, you might have noticed. Though the theory was that if I rambled on here I might be able to write two words in a word document without pausing for 200 games of spider solitaire. I'll let you know how that goes...

*sigh* I've just had my haircut. I hate my new haircut. Worse than hating the hair is not quite being able to work out what is wrong with the hair. I'm sure it doesn't usually look like this, but I don't know what is usually different about it. Other than it looks a little better. I think it might be the bottom bit, she doesn't normally cut in a completely straight line at the bottom, there are usually layers, but this time the layers all stop at the same point, so I have a wierd hybrid haircut. Maybe it's just too long, I could get it cut again. But I can't go back 2 days after I just had it cut & go, please make it shorter, then I'd feel like an idiot. I may just go insane through contemplation of the hair.

The reason, by the way, that I have so much time to think about how much I dislike my hair, is that I have literally nothing to do. Ever. Uni has finished & I don't have a job, so I'm just sitting around thinking, well maybe I should get a job. But I don't know what kind of job to get. Also, I had this unrealistic idea of spending the summer finishing the book that I started for my dissertaion, which I still kind of what to try & do, but I'm lazy & I procrastinate & the whole thing is still only on 21,391 words. *sigh*

Anyway, SIA training. Have I mentioned SIA training before? Well, basically I'm now a quialified bouncer. Or should be when we get the exam results back. What the hell I'm going to do with an SIA certificate I really don't know, cause I'm not exactly about to start a glorious career as a doorman but you know. I asked David to teach me about lights & he went, well there's this course that we're doing...
Then I end up spending 4 days with David, Sally, Rachel, Scribble, Doggit, Maria & Rob as Brett shows us a load of power point presentations & we take shit loads of notes & 2 multiple choice exams. Seriously, these exams. 35 questions, multiple choice. On things like, who sets the exams for SIA training? with the exam board written on the bottom of the paper. & what's an example of aggressive behavior? A.Sleeping B.Smiling C.Hugging D.Murder with a blunt insrument
It was complex stuff. I also found myself going off on a massive rant about the word duvet. Fuck knows why. Sally suggested that we played a game in the pub called pillow, sheet, duvet, which is basically the green glass door or planet zoom if you've played either of those & I was like, the word duvet in the name is misleading & shouldn't be there. Apparently I felt quite strongly about this, I wasn't even drinking, I may have been temporarily insane or something.

I need a job I need a job. Oh & what the hell should I do about my hair?!?

Ok, so my PC crashed & locked me out of windows. I took it to PC world & picked it up today in exaclty the same condition as when I took it in *GRRRRRRRR*
I'm pretty sure that they did what I did in the first place with service pack 2 after they'd restored it, but you would have thought they'd check that it turned on before they charged me for it! So now i'm probably going to have to pay for it to be restored *again* & still won't have service pack 2, which I think it kind of needs.
So, big question, do I buy a new PC & give up with this one? Cause my laptop's kind of dying too. I can't really afford a new PC, but I do have an overdraft that I don't really want to get into...

Does anyone know anything about computers? I was looking at this one though I have no idea how much memory & the such is a good idea, anyone know? *sigh* this is so unhelpful just after I paid to go to New York :(

There's a spider in the bathroom. It appeared between me & the door & I climbed up onto the edge of the bath & walked along the side using the far wall for support & reaching down from my perch to unlock the door, before it ran behind the bin. I jumped down, left & closed the door firmly behind me. Only problem now is that I still need to be in the bathroom but there's this ugly black beast waiting to get me...

In other news, using Nate's ingenious method, I worked out that it would take 21,377,992.5 fags to kill me by the end of the exam I was invigilating earlier. Nate's theory being that every cigarette supposedly takes 2 minutes off your life, so you have to calculate how many 2 minutes you have left to live. Not being psychic, I worked it out based on my dying at midnight on my 70th birthday & did it all without a calculator, which I was rather proud of.

I've completely killed my PC. Two years ago I tried to download service pack 2 & it locked me out of windows. I haven't tried again but itunes wants service pack 2 & I'm contemplating an ipod. So having been told that the problem was the dodgy download, I got it on disc & tried again, to the same results. Am once again locked out of windows & will need at least 70 quid to fix it. Really helpfully 2 days after I paid for a holiday to New York. (Yes I'm going again, we're going to meet Ni over there once she's finished with camp america.)

In other news, I got 5 board games for my birthday, one of them called Zombies!!! involving running around a city & getting beaten up by zombies, unfortunately, we ran out of zombies & are now on the lookout for bulk bags of plastic zombie figures...
But I've spent most of the past week playing various board games with people, with a slight adjournment for a trip to Alton towers on Wednesday, for which it rained a little, but the queues were surprisingly short for half term & I got completely drenched on the log flume. We went on Oblivion twice in a row cause the queue was about 5 minutes long & tried to get a decent picture. Do you have any idea how painful it is to hold a stupid pose while dropping on oblivion? Not that it worked anyway as there are actually 2 cameras so the picture is taken after the tunnel. In the first one I was in the process of saying 'was that it?' to whoever was sitting on my left, I think it was Nate. I looked like a fool, a fool I tell you. We had an interesting pic on the runaway train when me & Simon did the home alone face at each other while Nate & Ni did a rather happy pose behind us, though the printed pic quality is a bit crap so noone actually bought it.

I handed in my dissertation on Thursday *woot* I was sposed to be giving my portfolio of notes straight to Sarah & just handing in the actual project thought the office, but she was away on this week, as was Sunny, so I couldn't hand it to either of them & hand to put it through the office, from where it will likely never emerge & I'll fail the whole thing. Not that I'm annoyed about that or anything. I ended up getting a box file & then putting all the individual bits in those plastic wallet things cause there was too much paper to get a staple through *rools eyes* should have written in a smaller font. Like size 3 or something.

Anyway, anyone back home for summer? Please someone come home, I'm literally doing nothing & have no idea what I'm going to be doing at all from last Thursday & for the rest of my life. I think I need to get a proper job *sigh* what the hell kind of job can you get with a creative writing degree? *What do you do with a BA in creative writing...*

I just called Virgin cause my on demand has been broken for about a month & listened to a recorded message in a Liverpudlian accent telling me that customers in St Albans may experience a loss of their virgin television services which their engineers are aware of. Wonderful, in the entire country the one area thats fucking up is my postcode in St Albans.

So anyway, in my last post I ran out of space/your attention to write about the ending of uni & considering the many replies to my mention of fig rolls proving that some of you are actually reading my lj, I thought I'd continue rambling on. That & I really don't want to do my assignments.

So last Thursday was my last ever lecture at good old London Met. On Tuesday I spent so long eating lunch with my friends that I turned up for my lecture an hour late & they had ended early, opps. On Wednesday we went over to wagamamas in Leicester square for food after screenwriting & they gave me the kids menu. So not funny. She put it down on the table as we walked over & Lil & Aimee laughed so much that she quickly took it away again but I was not amused. Actually I lie, it was hilarious & when I told Tony & Paula in the pub they nearly fell out their chairs.

Tony told us that he was bringing wine in for our last lecture & we could just sit around & review the module. But his card wasn't working so there was limited wine & he set us an exam. Well, when I say exam, pop quiz which we refused to take seriously & while he was standing in the middle of the room yelling exam conditions! we were writing the answers on pieces of paper & putting them inside the bags of sweets that were being handed round, but it was all good fun. I tried mouthing the answer to one of the questions across the room & saw Amy nod & say gorilla & go to write it down, which left me desperately waving my arms above my head trying to catch her attention & tell her that I'd actually said orang-utan, I'm amazed that Tony didn't see me. He did accuse me of cheating though, I was outraged. Though to be fair I was reading answers over someone's shoulder at the time. Not that her answers were right, she didn't know any of them so she was making them all up & they were very funny.

After the 'lecture' we headed to the rocket, which Tony wanted to go to so that he could experience a real student bar. Shite pub basically. He said that he couldn't stay long cause he was meeting some friends of his wife's later & they were strict orthodox jews so he had promised not to get pissed. He lied. He was off his face by the time he left, about 4 hours after he should have. Totally not helped by the fact that we kept buying him beer & then just topping up his glass whenever he looked away. He kept saying I'm going to get divorced, but didn't put up much of a fight, so we didn't take a lot of notice. He also left his book in the pub, which he had refused to lend anyone cause it was only copy of his new book that he had. Oh well.

Just before Tony left, James bought a load of sambucas, though he wasn't sure how many of us there were & bought 11. There were 10 of us so I threw a straw at the remaining shot & said whoever wants the last shot has to snort it. James tried, it didn't go so well. Tony & Lil kept trying to roll up leaflets and use them as straws, also didn't go so well. The shite lighting in the rocket made for bad picture taking conditions, but I kept trying anyway. We went for a last group shot & gathered on a sofa & I somehow managed to throw myself across the laps of those sitting down without spilling Aimee's wine, which I thought was quite an achievement. Though I couldn't get up afterwards & Aimee kept using my arse as a drum.

Earlier, Tony had just started a sentence that went, the thing you need to do to your story to get it published is- when Aimee interrupted so that she, Ronny & Iain could tell me that they loved me. They were a little pissed. I turned back to Tony & he had forgotten the end of the sentence. If I never get published, Aimee shall take the blame.

After Tony left, apparently planning on cycling in his inebriated state, we moved on. Until he added me on facebook I seriously thought that there was a good chance he hadn't made it home. I'm assuming he did. We decided on a pub crawl along Holloway road, though only made it to one other place. We left the rocket at around 8, having arrived at 3 & went to the first pub we came to, no idea what it was called. Ronny and I went on a sandwich quest as Sheila got the drinks in. I came back to find myself drinking something red. I think it had cranberries in.
At half 10 I eventually managed to leave. I'd been trying to leave since about 7, but kept being restrained by a variety of people. I said goodbye to the group watching the football & when I said goodbye to Aimee she decided to cry. Her crying in turn made me cry & then Lil joined us we looked like complete idiots. Mainly because we were crying whilst going, I'll see you on tuesday, so it was hardly like we weren't going to see each other again. I then left the building & walked past the windows to find them hugging & waving at me. Fine for them, inside with the hugging & the alcohol, but I'm walking down Holloway road looking like a complete tit.

I got home at around 1 & then had work at 8 on Friday, so not good. Del was like, are you alright & as soon as I said that it was my last day of uni yesterday he was like, say no more. Amazingly I made it through work without either dying or falling asleep behing the counter. Quite an achievement I think.

I had my last project supervision thing today. Sarah told me to send my dissertation off to publishers but I'm thinking I should probably finish it first, I'm only at about 15000 words, which is hardly novel length but anyway. I really really don't want to finish uni. what the hell as I supposed to do in the real world?
I met Aimee, Ronny & Lil for lunch yesterday. We met in covent garden & walked through leicester square to soho before deciding that leicester square would have been fine & walking all the way back. In this bloody heat. What the hell happened to spring? Last week I was carrying a coat around & now I'm too hot in shorts. Leicester square seems to have some sort of wind tunnel effect though cause there was no breeze anywhere else but we sat down outside all bar one & were soon freezing.

I must have put on about 5 stone over the weekend, Jo came down & we ate every meal out. She comes down to see shows on Saturdays & usually gets the train back in the afternoon. Unfortunately, due to loads of engineering work, the trains were completely messed up, so she came down on Friday to stay with me & left on Sunday. Really helpfully, Thursday was my last day of uni (more on that later) & I had work at 8 on Friday, which was sposed to be till 6, but I persuaded Will to let me go at 4 so I could be around when Jo arrived.

So we picked her up from the station, amazingly she managed to negotiate London transport by herself. You know that scene in the Harry Potter film when Mr Weasley tries to get through the tube barriers by patting the oyster card reader? Well, Jo's done that. So I was really quite impressed that she got all the way from Victoria coach station to St Albans without calling me in a panic from Cardiff or something. We had to take a detour to Sainsbury's cause my bloody alarm clock broke. It didn't completely break, just the alarm button, which means I can't change the time of the alarm. If I want to get up at half 7 it's great. Any other time though, not so great. The great tragedy of the broken alarm clock is that they don't make CD player alarm clocks any more, how outrageous is that? You can get ipod ones, which are only really useful if you have an ipod. Not so useful if you don't. Helpfully, Ni has an old ipod that only works if it's plugged in, so I've stolen that & permanently attached it to my shiney new clock, which has an LED light that actually forms a beam up in the direction of the ceiling when it's dark. That's quite annoying actually.

Anyways, moving on. We went to Nandos with Simon, Stu & Hazel at around 7.30 & sat a table that was designed by a stupid person. Great for conversations as everyone's facing each other, not so great when the total area of leg room maps out at less that the size of a crisp packet & you can't move your arms to eat cause there's a person next to you. After food we went to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall, which I expected to be really quite bad & was actually really quite good. I was rather impressed.

Saturday began with Jo insisting on going to stalk Alan Rickman. I made the unfortunate mistake of telling her that we could do whatever she wanted & she wanted to stalk Alan Rickman. She thinks she knows what road he lives on, so we went to the road & I took a picture of her by the road sign & left as soon as I was able to drag her away. If we'd actually seen the guy Jo would probably have hyperventilated, screamed & collapsed to the floor & I would've had to try & pretend like I didn't know who the fuck she was while at the same time trying to pull her to her feet. It would've been interesting. After the so called stalking, we headed over to planet hollywood to meet Linn, who Jo knows from a Jane Gurnett fansite (This information will actually be relevant later when I'm dragged to more fangirlish activities) & we had lunch. Can't say I'm a fan of planet hollywood, the idea is nice & all, but I'd rather not have to eat my dinner whilst looking at a deformed alien corpse & that's not to mention the epileptic fit you all have trying to walk up the stairs with camera flashes giving the walls the appearance of being trapped inside an oversized disco ball on an angry rampage.

After foodage, we headed to the stage door of the Prince of Wales theatre, where Mama Mia is showing & proceeded to wait for Jane Gurnett to turn up so that Jo & Linn could hand over the personalised teddy that they'd bought her. Unfortunately, after a while of waiting, we asked another guy hanging around & he said that she'd already gone in. The girls then proceeded to write a message, in third person & Linn asked the next guy to go inside to give the note to Jane. As she did this Jo and I both looked down, shoved our hands into our pockets & walked speedily away in embarrassment. The note safely delivered, we headed off the a pub for some pre show drinks. The actual show was so much better than I thought it was going to be, I was really rather impressed. It's very funny, hysterically funny & generally good fun. & less serious than most musicals, which is quite nice. Though there was one moment at the end where a guy is trying to deliver a rather serious(ish) line & he says that he's loved someone for 21 years & the whole audience went 'awwwwwwww', prompting everyone on stage to lose it completely, which everyone cheered at, which made them all laugh even more.

After the show, we headed back to the stage door, where a child was knocking on the door & trying to get inside for autographs & her mother was just standing behind her & not restraining her even when she was pretty much being shoved back onto the street by the door guy, it was a little strange. Anyway, Jane had got their note & came out to say hi & I was given the job of photographer & they gave her the bear & chatted for a bit & we left. Though not after a quick chat with the guy that had told us about Jane having already gone inside earlier. This guy had stood at the door for over 3 hours before the show & was hanging around waiting for someone who he apparently knew in the cast, but who barely acknowledged him when she came out. Bit weird.

After splitting from Linn, Jo & I headed to Kingston to meet Trudi & her friend for dinner at Frankie & Benny's, where we stayed till almost 11 before heading back to London to head back to St.A. At St Pancras we had to wait 40mins for the train & Jo was most decidedly unimpressed. They've stopped running trains trough the night, which is just stupid. I used to come home at all kinds of times & now if you're not on a train by 1, you have to wait until past 6, which is really impractical considering the airport at the end of the line, but anyway.

Jo left on sunday & I took her up to the coach station, where I left her among a mob of scousers & went to meet Lil & James at the London eye so we could take a look at the cans festival. The queue was immense & we were told to bugger off & come back in an hour, so we headed to the Movieum & looked at filmy things for a while before wandering back. It was pretty interesting, many people were just taking pics of Banksy's name, which I thought was rather amusing, though it was really rather crowded & dark & my camera phone isn't quite good enough to cope with that kind of light :(

After an ice cream by the river, we split up & I headed home for a nap, though it was past 8 by the time I reached my bed. I am so bloody tired. I had to started work at 7 this morning as well, unimpressed. I was supposed to spend today doing work, but I've pretty much just been on facebook all day instead, which is unhelpful. Tomorrow shall be work. Except I'm meeting Lil, Aimee & Ronny in Covent Garden for lunch...

I forgot uni! Bugger, I'll post about that later, this is getting a little long...

Did you know that there is currently a fig roll shortage because of wasp problems in Turkey? I'm crushed, you can't get them anywhere. It's like the great Trebor shortage just before Christmas, when you couldn't buy softmints or extra strong mints anywhere in St Albans, only this is nationwide. It is most distressing.

I only have one more week of lectures left, it's bloody terrifying. 4 lectures next week, 5 assignments to hand in over May & then that's it forever. I'm not sure I like the prospect of not being a student any more, I might do a masters just to avoid the inevitability having to grow up and get a job. Who the fuck wants to be an adult?

In other news I went to see Wicked last Sat with Jo, who came all the way down from somewhere near Crewe, just to see Wicked with me. We did the backstage tour of the national theatre as well which was quite interesting. Every main character in Wicked was played by an understudy, 4 of them in one show, it was ridiculous! Though it was pretty good. The first half of the first act I was a bit worried but it got better, but then ended the first act on the best song, so the end was a bit of an anticlimax, but anyway. We're going to see Mama Mia next weekend & Jo is insisting on hanging out by the stage door. I might be standing around pretending not to be with her...

In honour of the fact that uni is very nearly over, I went for dinner with Lil and Aimee in Leicester square yesterday. We went to that Mexican place between the pizza hut take out & the odeon. It was pretty good. Trev turned up just before Aimee had to leave for work & finished off everyone's food & Aimee's wine. We moved on to the Haagen Dazs cafe & were planning on heading to the pub for a St George's day drink but Lil had to head of to meet someone.
Going to a restaurant with Trevor is an interesting experience. He's completely incapable of ordering by himself, even when all we're doing is choosing ice cream! You have to take him through the menu & debate every bloody dish with him. On Tuesday about 15 of us went to a Thai place for lunch & Sheila refused to talk to him until he'd ordered. I might be doing that next time.

Last week was Mem's birthday & we went to a Cuban place in Angel for lunch. Trev was there so ordering took forever. Danny was also there so our conversation moved swiftly on from bitching about things that had happened in class & we ended up debating how the universe works, artificial intelligence, the meaning of like & many other things that went straight over my head. At the end of our meal some guy who used to be in Eastenders appeared sitting outside & we had a nice bitch with the waitress about the fact that girl with him had said to her 'Do you know who he is?' & she hadn't, which we were amused by. I tried dragging the group over to the road house for cocktails but they were having none of it, Trev especially refused to go to Covent Garden, which was unhelpful.

I won a book today, go me. Our kids writing tutor gives out books as prizes every week, either his books or proof copies that he's got. My book sounds a bit scary, I might just put it on my shelf & be happy that he spelt my name right inside.

I took my camera to be fixed today. I took it to Jessops where they send it away & someone posts you a estimate & the guy there said I'd be better off going to Clarks down the road where they can fix it on site. So off I went down Holywell Hill & into Clarks, where I had to wait for the guy to finish hoovering the back room before he would talk to me. & somewhere along that 5 minute walk, it fixed itself. Seriously, when I gave it to the guy in Clarks there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. How does this work? Obviously I'm glad that it does, but what the fuck, it was broken in Jessops! I celebrated the miraculous recovery of my camera with a space juice milkshake from number 18 & successfully filled my recommended weekly allowance of calories in the space of about 3 minutes.

On my way back home, I narrowly avoided being applied to the pavement in a paste like way by a large Biffa truck. I believe it had just emptied our 3 1100 litre bins & was moving on to KFC at the time. Anyway, while I was steering well clear of it's tires I noticed something rather odd about the door into the cab. My good people, the door on the passenger side of a Biffa truck cab is not your standard waste removal truck HGV type door complete with plastic handle, oh no. There shall be no pulling of handle by the Biffa men, for they shall travel in style with their fully automatic concertina glass doors. Yes really, the bloody truck had an automatic door.

Talking of near death experiences though, I was walking home on Thursday & the traffic on the road to the station was all completely stationary so I decided to cross the road when it was full of cars rather when it was completely empty. I was contemplating my options of crossing the road & waiting until there were large gaps between cars, when the lights at the end of the road changed & I realised that I had to make a dash for it or I'd have to wait for an age to be able to cross. I stepped out into the road, in my haste I picked a less than satisfactory spot & ended up beside a land rover. No matter though, nothing was moving.
Nothing that is, except for the cyclist hurtling down along the white lines at a speed akin to that at which light moves. I stick my head out from around the corner of the land rover & hear a yell. I look, I see a hi vis yellow jacket flying towards me. I stop, yellow jacket tries to stop, slams on his breaks & just as he's about to pass right by me, manages to stop the bike. He, unfortunately, does not stop. He carries on over the top of his handle bars & into the road. I spent the rest of the day saying that I got cycled into, before realising when I got home that he never actually hit me. Never the less I apologised many times, he didn't. I offered to call an ambulance, he refused. I asked him if he was alright, he complained about his trousers having a hole in them. I apologised some more, he ignored me. I felt quite guilty about the whole thing before I realised that he hadn't actually hit me. Now I think that he was cycling in a ridiculous place at a ridiculous speed & that land rovers are far too tall.
I still can't decide whose fault it was though. If you take into account the fact that if he hadn't stopped right in front of me, he would've carried on straight past, the scene kind of plays out with him just falling off his bike. Though if I hadn't been crossing the road he wouldn't of been trying to stop. Except that he didn't need to stop because I wasn't in his way, I was standing next to a land rover & to hit me he would've had to hit the land rover, which we really would've noticed. Any contributions? Am I entirely responsible for the hole in the man's trousers? should I be sleeping well at night? was he just an idiot? should I stop crossing roads completely? who knows.

There was a problem with the sewage pipes in the flats above the shop today. It stank so much in the stock room that you couldn't go in there without very nearly throwing up. I spent quite a lot of time holding my breath or my nose, or even both at the same time. It turned out to be a ball of fat. Why someone had poured fat down their toilet I really don't know but it made the sewage turn a rather disturbing colour that I really wish Linda hadn't pointed out to me just before my lunch break.