Right, Where have I been? Missed a day, far too busy plotting machiavellian plans to overthrow my boss, take over the world and bring down BBC3, the later being of most importance. What is it with programmes about teenage girls, pregnancy, stupidity and living off 'mum', mum in quotation marks as I assume its more a euphemism for The State. As shit as it is I find the whole thing painfully addicitve, which I'm not proud of and hate to admit.
So my days this week at work have been somewhat dull, I've been constantly harassed by this Jordie sounding knobhead from Milton Keynes whos tenacious ability to secure, as he puts it, 'his business' which it isn't, (pathetically egotistical) the cheapest possible price for steel really annoying. Its these kind of thing which really begin to grate on one's sole when his intrusion into my life via phone and email becomes twice hourly. If there's ever a business trip to meet the clients, and he's there I may not be reponsible for my actions. Let it been known that I am not capable of restraining my bellligerent thoughts, good to get that out of the way. Plus as its now here in writing I can refer back to it, should it be needed in court.
I'm actually proud to report a small nugget of reasonably good news. I have acquired the knowledge of the name of the new chubby woman, my new bit of eye candy, my possible bed partner for a lonely friday night, it's Cindy. Possibly the world's most tacky name, in my opinion: it does rather conjour images of a synthetic human being, only being recognised as being 'real' by club membership cards to spay tan facitities and nail parlours. But my preconceptions on this occasion are wrong, she's dull, drab, pastey and avoids mirrors more than the Elephant Man did, right up my street. I'm going to ask her on a date tomorrow...
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