randomrabbit's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Quick, this woman needs an emergency Bulgarian My preferred method of dealing with wasps is to flap around like a girl whilst yelling, �Get it away get it away.� Sadly, having windows on all walls of my office, this isn�t really an option if I want to maintain my butch, manly My formative years were spent either wanking to pictures of Wendy James or playing the games on here with Mark. I think I might dust off Mark and my old Commodore Amiga this weekend and see if they still work. I finally asked my boss for a pay rise on Wednesday. It went along the lines of: �Er, can we discuss erm, not necessarily now but you know in the next day or so, my, erm, salary? Specifically it increasing?� I�m so eloquent. I chased him up about it today and he said he�d talked to the MD and they�d �be in touch�. Be in touch? Eh? I think roughly translated that means we�ll drag it out until the middle of next week that way we haven�t got to worry about it until next pay day. I deserve a pay rise because I really am ever so awesome. Plus all the extra shit I do, which I�m happy to do because what�s worse than being balls-out busy is being bored out your mind, but at the moment I feel like a bit of a patsy doing all the extra crap for nothing. I know I moan about my job and it has its moments enough that every 6 months or so I threaten to leave and join an agency and stuff but oddly I do quite like it here. I will deny that though if you tell anyone. Hope you have a wonderful weekend - sex, drugs, rock and roll, that sort of shit. 2:51 p.m. - 2007-04-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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