Still sixteen bourbons left in the tin at work and not one thank-you. To my calculation only one Bourbon has been eaten by a team member as you get twenty in a packet and I have eaten three.
Think the team must be synchronised menstrually, they have all been particularly grumpy and tetchy of late. Yesterday Caron (on maternity leave), came in with her seven month old baby. The team were coo-ing and going goo-ey over the sleeping child and then they all went ballistic when I began parcel taping broken lever arch files and crushing old copier boxes for the recycling. Caron started gesticulating like a banshee implying I'd wake the baby up.
They’d be the first to complain if they were falling over old copier boxes in copier room and commonways. I think even in their heavy duty, thick sole boots they’d have trouble navigating the amount of cardboard I recycle on a weekly basis. It would be like ’Its a Knockout’ but without the fat suits (and Stuart Hall).
To lighten my day I played Billy Ocean’s ’Caribbean Queen’ and ’Get out of My Dreams...and into my Car’ back to back at Portland Hospital FM this eve. Smoothly seagued into Rockwell ’Someone Watching Me’ and ending with Patrick Swayze’s ’She’s Like The Wind’.
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