Temping Day 2

I got a phone call from the temp agency yesterday asking me not to wear sandals to work. This had been mentioned to them when they called to check on how I was doing yesterday by the agency. I sit ten meters away from the person they spoke to. Surely it would be easier to take a walk across to me and tell me myself, than telling someone in Ealing, who then has to phone me? Not even sure why the sandals thing is an issue. It's not as though anyone can see my feet. Offices... I shall be glad when I get a teaching job and get to deal with... other petty work grievances.

The mouse hunt continues. Gideon found droppings in the bathroom, and I found some more last night. I'm not too fussed about the little guy crawling around, but Gid is putting traps down today in the hope of catching the fella. I hope I don't come home to splattered mouse brains. As a vegetarian I'm sure I should be a little more militant in defending the little dude, but dammit, he's probably nibbling my tofu.