Week 6 - Bryan speaks from his hospital
bed
"A disaster has occurred this
week, just when I was beginning to impress at work. I got struck down by
some idiot on a bike after work last Friday. I was just coming out of
Select wine bar, one of the most
exclusive new joints around, with a few work colleagues.
This prat on a bike drives straight into me and knocks me
out cold. Now I’m holed up here for a week or so with my arm in a cast.
Looks like I won’t be able to get back to work until then. This is
infuriating as it means I will miss an important internal corporate meeting
where the Q4 results are set to be
unveiled. I feel like I’ve already made a real difference in the department
and I’ll be really mad if I don’t get any credit for that.
None of those fools who sit near me have bothered to show up to visit, about
as much as would expect from them. I did get a card which everyone seems to
have signed though, except, it would appear, Malcolm, who can’t even be
bothered to do that. Fortunately I will be out in a few days so at least I
will be able to communicate with the office via the
extranet. I’ve even been given this
swanky PDA that connects to the office’s computer systems. Those
things cost a fortune so it’s pretty obvious they place a high priority on
my input even when I’m not in!"