MONDAY
Productive day in the office, with lots of laughs at morning and afternoon tea breaks. We take turns at bringing in our favourite biscuits and then rating them.
One of the women brought in Cameo Cremes today.
There were comments about the crunch, and someone said they liked it for its name, which had a bit of class.
“I like the crème in the middle,” I said.
We rated it a solid eight out of 10, and then we wolfed the packet. Good times!
If only the public could see what the New Zealand Police are really like. All the headlines are about McSkimming and the terrible things he did, but one bad apple doesn’t spoil the whole bunch.
TUESDAY
Today’s biscuit was that old classic, the Gingernut.
“It’s a very hard biscuit,” I said, “but tastes good when you dunk into a hot cup of tea, and then suck on it”.
Its rating was seven out of 10. We wolfed the packet regardless, and talked about the World Cup. Yesterday’s defeat leaves the All Whites in a precarious position. “I’m rooting for them to beat Belgium and make it to the round of 32,” I said.
WEDNESDAY
Met with Police Minister Mark Mitchell.
I studied the leaves on the tree outside his window while he was telling me about the complaints against me, and the investigation.
There were two green leaves and the rest were brown, and only just clinging onto the branches.
A wind scattered quite a few of them off.
By the time I left, the tree was almost bare.
THURSDAY
I told staff at morning tea, “I strongly reject the claims that have been made. It is important to let that investigation take its course without any interference. That is what anyone would expect, including myself. I am advised it is not necessary for me to take leave at this point. I will continue to turn up to work and do my job.”
No one said anything.
It was my turn to bring in biscuits. I chose Mallowpuffs. It might not have been the best choice. No one wanted any.
“It may look sensual and luscious,” I said, “but it’s just a biscuit”.
No one came to afternoon tea.
FRIDAY
No one brought in any biscuits.
I composed emails to staff apologising for the way I described the Cameo Cremes and the Gingernuts, saying it had not been my intent to cause offence.
There were no replies.
No one came to morning tea. I tried chatting to an officer by the photocopy machine about the All Whites’ crucial game against Belgium this weekend. “I might have made a poor choice of words when I said the other day that I was backing them to win,” I said. There was a paper jam. I tried my best to fix it.
No one came to afternoon tea, either. I sat in the staff cafeteria by myself. There was a bowl of fruit. One of the apples was bruised.
