So then.. I take back any complaints of a humdrum existence from last week.

Conversation between my boss and I this morning:

Her - “You know that meeting we’re having tomorrow?”

Me - “Yes”

Her - “Let’s have it in Maastricht and visit the European Art Fair too. Can you look into flights to Brussels? I think we’ll have to get a taxi from Belgium to the Netherlands. Can you sort it out and let me know costings.”

What the fuck is going on? That’s what you get for complaining about office life, evidently.