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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Thursday, March 23, 2006
Oops - you know you've been a neglectful blogger when your readers have to entertain themselves in the comments section. Thanks to Fluff and Darren for holding the fort.
Things are mega mega crazy at work at the mo - our payroll guy suddenly became very sick, in an operation type way, and things have thus gone mental. Now it's bad enough when someone's sick to pull together and get their work covered, but it's even worse when that person turns out to be a lazy, useless, porn-reading, internet-cruising ass who hasn't done their job properly. At all. Cue numerous screaming riggers demanding where their "bloody paycheck" is and a flutter of paper as everyone tries desperately to decipher what the hell Payroll Guy has done. It's been crazy. It's a shame really, cause Payroll Guy is really lovely, and I've always gotten on really well with him in the past, but this production... he's a total Walter Mitty. For those of you who don't read books, that's a person who makes shit up. None stop. All the time. Whatever it is they're saying, there's something made up in there. Which makes it all the more suspicious over his sudden illness. Now the boy is clearly sick - no questions there. But this guy's had a stomach ulcer since last year, and spends most his time smoking and drinking more than a person with a healthy stomach. And the few days he came in the illness became this big show. One minute he's walking back into the office, tears still streaming down his face after throwing up (hello, normal people - you wipe your face, right?), and then pointedly coughs hackingly over me, "subtley" displaying his bloody hanky. Sick, yes. Sympathy gaining, no. And we found tons of porn on his computer. Obviously what he was doing when he should have been doing payroll. And it's a shame - cause other than all that, he's a nice guy. Just not a nice guy I can trust.
Yet another jaunt oop north pending, in commemoration of Momo Day. Should hopefully be meeting up with the Fluff (you free, chick?) and Bron and then Sunday is Momo Day - woohoo. Momo hugs. Popo has to stay at home and be alone. He's not allowed to come. This may sound unfair but I think he'll love it.
House buying fun continues - in that nothing is happening cause lawyers are doing their thing of sitting on contracts and having a little sleep (sorry Tall Boy!), and we're still waiting to get another appointment in the place so we can take pictures. Mortgage seems fine so far (touch wood), despite us being rumbled that Chees'm is Contract, and not permanent. They keep trying to convince us we;re going to die/get critically ill/get a cold and therefore we must insure ourselves against this. For lots of money. Whatever.
I'm off for a sleep.
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8:51 pm
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