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Hello.
It is, at last, the weekend. Three days off to do whatever I want any old time, as the song goes. Well, within reason seeing as there isn’t just me to take into consideration and we have a birthday party to go to and so on. But to be away from work for three days will be nice. In most ways it’s been a great week, I’ve got loads done for ( Read more... )
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Back at FG there was: the man who whistled, hummed, and sang 'Good Ship Lollipop' all day long. Luckily, he was sacked. Then there was typist C, who was... fairly indescribable, to be honest. Certainly the most tedious person I've ever met, capable of bizarre, selective bigotry, but actually quite generous and kind at heart, which only made me feel guiltier for not being able to stop myself snapping at her. Now there's the woman we call Crinkle Cut (chip on her shoulder), who is genuinely unpleasant as well as annoying, and inspires some not-very-nice email exchanges amongst the rest of us, wondering how best to get rid of her and hide the body.
Also, we had a work do the other night, at which a colleague drunkenly confessed that the way a certain person drank his tea of a morning was starting to make him feel suicidal.
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