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We have a crisis in the office
I think we might have to send everyone home.
By nature we're a conscientious lot. When the heating failed last
year and the office was at a cool 6 degrees, we still carried on
working.
Another time, the gents toilets upstairs flooded into our floor below, and we still carried on working.
Oh and then there was the time it was discovered there was asbestos in the walls, well....we still carried on working.
But today someone's broken the coffee machine.
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ok, it's alright everyone, panic over. An emergency meeting has been
called and it's been decided we would dig deep into our petty cash and
someone's nipping out to get a new one from a well-known catalogue
shop.
Mind you, I still have a computer that can sometimes take minutes to
switch between windows rather than seconds because the newly-installed
anti-virus uses up all the tiny memory it has (I fear my computer has
Alzheimer's), so I'm glad we have our priorities straight.
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2.3.05 09:33
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If I've been a little quiet lately, then it's probably that annoying thing called work interrupting my busy blogging schedule.
See, we have an audit of our project next week and so this means my
boss and I turning ourselves inside-out to get a load of quality
assurance information together. My part at the moment is to
basically explain in words of one syllable or less exactly what I
do, how it's done, where it's filed, who it's sent to, where it's
signed, what it relates to, which spreadsheets are needed, how to use
the formulas, how to cross-check the information, what to file it with,
what to photocopy, code numbers, formulas, box numbers.
Now most of you alreayd know, I'm sure, that too much paperwork screws
your mind and I'm pretty sure it ages the skin, too and probably causes
cancer.
However, I have discovered that there is only one thing worse than paperwork - and that is writing about how to do paperwork. You should try it some time.
Of course it doesn't help that I got home at 2am this morning after
dancing. I got home frozen and before I went to bed I set my alarm to
go off an hour later than normal - to turn my usual hour's snooze
into some solid sleep. This morning, when it went off, I was forced to
leap (fall) out of bed rather than lounge in bed, and wandered (staggered) to
the bathroom.
Brushing my teeth I notice the dull day, overcast, quite gloomy,
probably gonna snow, but also that little old lady next door isn't
having
breakfast (bathroom window overlooks her kitchen) in fact her curtains
are drawn. I check my watch and it's two hours too early. Seems I'd set
my
clock an hour ahead, not the alarm.
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4.3.05 16:18
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Audit is over (hurrah!) and I am ill (boo!) so somehow I have to
squeeze in blogging in between my coughing, sneezing, sniffling and
groaning.
I even took a day off work yesterday (this is unheard of) and soon
regretted it. How many TV programmes can they make based around
property development and car boot sales?!!! every programme on every
channel was in an auction house! And I can't stand Trisha, cos
she's..well. she's quick with her own opinions but is just not very
bright, is she. And watching under-educated people inarticulately
explain their current misery on TV is just too unpleasant to watch...c'mon, I need some intellectual stimulation -
so I was overjoyed when Spongebob Squarepants came on (not on Trisha,
he has his own show, y'know). And I quietly vowed I would never take
another day off work again, unless to do something interesting, or at
least more interesting than daytime TV, like housework or watching
paint dry or something.
My cold got a bit better, but by the afternoon I was feeling dizzy...
really dangerously dizzy, but, um, that might have been because I
was practising spin-turns in front of the mirror. And you know
how they say spotting stops you getting dizzy? MYTH... I almost fell
over AND I can't spin and elegantly lift my hands over my head at the
same time without crashing headlong into the mirror, the wall, the
sofa, the other wall, the pot plant and anything else nearby.
I also do not recommend doing spins with headrolls when you have a stinking cold. Very messy.
I'm at work today, though still have sinuses two sizes too big. Sis
says it must be hard for me to miss salsa. AHAHAHAHAH HU HU HU HU
HAHAHA. me?! miss salsa?!!
I have a cold, but still have the use of my legs (and hips). I see no reason to skip salsa.
speaking of which, Sis was chatting to friendly D the other night.
Friendly D mentioned that Playful is planning to ask me out, and that
the gang have been talking about me (quelle surprise). I don't know if
Friendly D knows Playful has my number.
Sis also asked me if I knew Playful had a girlfriend in Greece. um no,
I didn't, but Playful had mentioned that he has a friend abroad who
comes stay sometimes who everyone assumes is his girlfriend, but isn't.
I thanked Sis for the info though and will bear this in mind.
Thing with Playful at the moment is I like him, he's caught my eye and
he's great to dance with and I am loving the attention I'm getting, but
I am also aware that I don't really know him all that well outside of salsa so the jury is still very much out with this one.
Another dancer in the gang intrigues me, too. Elegant is very quiet and
is a watcher. He tends to stay at the edge of the conversation rather
be in the middle of it all. So he makes me wonder what is going on
beneath the surface. There is clearly more than meets the eye. Yes, he
intrigues me.
But I think I should be careful. Currently I am flavour of the month
among the gang and have been sort of adopted, but if things turn sour
for any reason, I will lose some great dancers to dance with. I don't
want to lose that. I like em so far, but Sis's remark has put me a
little on edge. Especially as Playful has my number but has as yet
failed to actually call.
oh and Shy Guy? NOT shy at ALL. Bit of a lad, actually. We all went for
a burger to refuel after salsa and there wasn't a bit of shyness in
him. Especially when he explained to sis how come she was suddenly
getting more dances. She had indeed been far more popular last week.
Confident that her dancing was clearly improving, she was somewhat
disappointed to hear it was only because one of the gang ended up with
a rock in his trousers after a close merengue. He told the others, who
then formed a queue to dance with 'she of the sexy hip movement'.
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