The Gorse Fox had a foul day. The sheer volume of work became almost overwhelming as GF tried to juggle the requirements of the various streams of the programme without any resources to do it. Meanwhile everyone seems to have a new top priority... And seems to believe that their priorities should also be those of the Gorse Fox. In general he would be sympathetic to this, if he had any resources to allocate. As he hasn't, his patience is a little strained.
At the hotel he phoned the Silver Vixen, then headed out for something to eat. In the lift he bumped into a colleague. "Are you joining us all for dinner?" he asked. GF responded "after the day he has had, the last thing he wants is an evening talking business with colleagues" and having offended everyone he wandered off to Piccolino.
He picked a quiet table and ordered. Two girls came in and sat at the next table. One accused the other of being a man-eater, the Gorse Fox shuffled a little further away in his chair, ate his dinner and thanking them for the entertainment left and headed back to the hotel. However, he does seem to have a standing invite to Brasserie Blanc, where the man-eater seems to work!
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Been there, done that. Once got myself completely ostracised for not wishing to join colleagues at breakfast and indulge "inane chit-chat" (exact words). Wasn't feeling at all diplomatic that morning.
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