randomrabbit's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can you pee if you're standing on your head? Do you have any pets? Was there a little, teeny-tiny, miniscule part of you that hoped one of the people kidnapped in Ethiopia was Lenny Henry on one of his outings for Comic Relief? No, me either. Ahem. I found a housy I quite like! And then managed to cajole my sister, on the grounds that she has no shame whatsoever and also that my taxes have enabled her to buy a boat, in to knocking on the neighbour�s door with some hastily contrived, overly-elaborate cover story involving my nephew, who she took along as a prop and asked to look sad, in order to determine just who the fuck they were and if they had any noisy kiddies that would bug the shit out of me. They don�t. And it�s nice. Which is probably why it�ll go tits up and I�ll end up living as a tramp in the bus station, flitting between loudly swearing at people as they pass and hysterically sobbing and clinging to their legs. It�s nearly that wonderfully joyous (sarcasm) time of the year at work where our huge (sarcasm also) pay rises are sorted. Or not sorted, as has been the case. There�s not normally any discussion, my boss just decides and that�s that, but this time I�d like at least a little input in to the decision. Or at least feel like I�ve had some input. Trouble is I�m really rather crap at that sort of thing. Twice I�ve gone in to his office with the intention of telling him just how wonderful and underpaid I am and twice I�ve come out with a file from the cupboard after bottling it. Need. Some. Balls. Well, 2. 2:53 p.m. - 2007-03-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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