LJ correspondent experiences proverbial 'Afternoon of Surprises.'

I'd made plans last month for a weekend in Fukuoka with the lovely takadainmate and cienna. I took the nenkyuu, sweating bullets all the while. (Needlessly, I might add - My old place of employment: You want vacation? What internal organs can you sell us? My new place of employment: You want vacation? Just say when!) I bought tickets to Niigata and was in the process of making hotel arrangements in that fine city.

( Surprise! )

Muddling through the above processes, it begins to register that my supervisor is on the phone discussing large sums of money. Oh no, I think. This can only be concerned with me. As, alas, it was.

( Surprise, surprise! )

おいヴェイ, as they (would) say in Japan.

That will be all.

Now that I have expelled bile...

( ...some clear thinking about the conflict of interest problem. )

That will be all.