Been a pretty heavy week for the boozing i'm afraid (ahhhh!) and a pretty bad one for lack of sleep. I blame steve (grrr steve) Despite this I don;t feel incredibly shit-just pretty shit. unfortunatly mood is not improved one bit by the discovery that a day before its due-fellow work mate announces hes on holiday for a week. sooooooo another bloody 50 hour week for the bob. and i know it aint like me, but i'm getting prettttyyyyyy pissed off. not boring old melancholy, but genuine anger.
i learned stuff. i learned the meaning of whiskey pounding and that viagra merely maintains and that you should never make eye contact with the bride of a hen party. and i talked a great deal of shit and a reasonable amount of sense and tried quite hard to be honest and flat out told some people to shut up.
I'm quite sore and very tired and there was a bit of a disiplinerararary hearing about fish. i need to see some people and i am very grateful for my time alone for all the thoughts it brings. sherry is manky and port is nice and pina colada's are ok but the song is surprisingly amoral
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grrrr ..... steve....
and btw, caledonians yellow flash?
p.s. now can we fight crie together in the blogsphere?
Disciplinaries... (How the hell is that SPELLED?!!"
I got one today. Manager guy is an ass.
p.s. A manly fight involving sweat, blood and tears between the Bob and Distracto? Baggsie front row seats!
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