Confessions of a Drama Queen

[Private to Adrian]

Yes.

[/private]

This is going to be interesting.

I've been buried up to my ears in work this week. Mostly of my own choosing. Emma I'm sorry I forgot to meet up with you but I know you've been busy too.

The museum has been helping with identification of some of the items found in the collapse and we have an entire room now of items to be tagged. I never thought my skills would be used for this before.

I heard they're beginning to reconstruct the Atrium now and it will probably be finished by the end of the year. I'm sure people will be happy to get out of their temporary offices and I know we'll be happy to have the Department of Mysteries out of the museum.

If I keep talking about normal things maybe I can pretend everything is alright.

I think the world has turned upside down.

Private to Blaise

I looked at the trunk. For about an hour.

Was that how long it took for you?

I don't know what to do.

This has been the most entertainment I've had in a long time. It almost makes up for most of the people I know or care about being dead. Not really, but still. At least I can amuse myself.

It is official, I have a dress. The rest can go Gallagher.

My brother involved with naked men in public loos? What's new about that?

My only quibble is I had no idea the bastard was still in town.

( Private to Blaise )

I'm getting married!

Private to Blaise

Anything yet? /private

Private

We're telling the kids today. Godric help us. I don't know if I'm ready for this, how am I ready to be someone's Step Mother? But I want this, I really want this. I want him and I want us to be a family. I need it, I just hope nothing happens to mess it up. /private

Big day today. I'm kind of excited about it, really.

Private to Adrian

We need to talk.

I don't know who that is, but it is not me.

I think I am going to sue for libel. Or something.

Holy fucking shit Adrian is going to

Adrian

I swear, that's not me.

They think they found who did it. I'm going home early, I can't sit at work now. Adrian, I'm having the locks changed. And the wine glasses replaced. And the sofa...

I think I'm going to be sick.

WHAT??

( Private to Female Friends EXCEPT PANSY. )

Nothing like a nice, quiet evening home alone. Just me and the dogs and the vaguely homicidal urges.. Oh fuck it. I'm bored out of my head. Anyone want to do anything?

So I'm going back to work today. If anyone, oh, I don't know, MURDEROUS, is reading this, I have a full security guard and I aim to kill. Just saying.

For the rest of you, thank you for all your concern about Dagmar my mother. It's appreciated a great deal. There Flint, how was that? Good enough?

Adrian, I put the cake order in for tomorrow. Might have stopped by a certain sale.

Private

My mother Dagmar is in the hospital. They floo called earlier because she put me down as next of kin. She went in because she was having stomach pains and they did some tests. And something is wrong. They're saying she's in there because she's suffered from exhaustion, but I think it's something else maybe. I don't know. And I don't know why I care either, only that they wouldn't have contacted me if they didn't think it was serious.

They said she said I wasn't supposed to know. But how the hell am I not supposed to with the freaking press up my arse?

Seriously. In the interview in the paper all she said was that she was exhausted from her tour schedule. Then she bitched about the Weird Sisters. It would have been amusing if not for the fact that they said she was in her hospital bed. And that she was dressed in a hospital robe. Dagmar wouldn't wear a hospital issue robe if she was DEAD.

It doesn't matter, I'm not going to see her. There isn't any reason to. And it's not like she ever wanted me. Why should she now?

No comment.

I cannot deal with the preparations for this party on such damned short notice. The museum director literally threw a file folder on my desk this morning and said "Fix this." It seems that whoever was supposed to be managing the party for prospective donors bailed at the last minute. There is a venue (a refitted factory that is now a gallery with great views of the Thames) but the caterer fucked up, the girl in charge just eloped with her boyfriend to Portugal, and the guest list is about sixty people. Oh. And the damn thing is on FRIDAY.

Apparently I did such a great job with the opening I am now considered a fucking Mother Teresa miracle worker or something. If I pull this off I better be made the Goddamn Director of Special Exhibits or I am going to kick someone's ass and then pull it out their nose. There also better be alcohol at this party because I am going to need a stiff drink to get through the night.

So yes I will be working overtime the next few days. Adrian, can Raffles stay at your house with Jess? I don't know if I'll have much time to go home and walk him.

Also? I desperately need to hire someone to help me with all this rubbish. I don't know why the museum apparently decided that EVENTS PLANNING should be part of my job considering there is a department for it, but apparently it now is. So I've decided they can dig into their budget so I can hire someone to help me out with all my extra work. Anyone looking for a job? Temporary for now but it might end up being bigger if I get promoted and am pleased with your work.

Two more days till the opening. I think I'm about to collapse from exhaustion, but it's completely worth it. If I don't get either a raise or a promotion or both, I'll have to raise a bit of hell.

Eight PM, the Museum of Magical Britain, people. I expect you to be there. Well not some of you, but the ones I like.

Also, just got my hair done. Thought it was time for a change, especially considering how well it went over last time.

Private to Adrian

Miss me?

I want to spend the day in bed.

Private to Dean "The Wanker" Thomas

Alright hypocrite I am SO kicking your arse.