Apologies for not being around much the last few days. The main disadvantage of working with the general public is you're prone to catching some nasty evil brid flu from them, something which seems to have happened.
I spent most of Wedensday night helpless to prevent my bellybutton trying to go from an 'inny' to an 'outy' via throat. I think I turned inside out at one stage.
I even attempted to go to work the next day but actually fell alseep on the kitchen table and woke up 35mins later with a nasty electric bill imprint on my forehead.
I was back yesterday and today, today being interesting as one of the girls gave me two tablets when I asked if she had any painkillers. I took them assuming they were paracetamol...actually they were some prescription stuff that were a hell of alot stronger. And I'd taken them on an empty stomach.
So about 30 mins later my head was swimming, when I'd turn around my vision actually started taking longer to catch up. The girly had dosed me up good. I was half expecting to black out and wake up naked in the stockroom being felt up or something.
My boss is being very civil and even 'nice' to me alot the past week or two. Perhaps because I'm top salesman at the moment, and was last month too. Perhaps because I'm saving their arses with my computer knowledge half the time. Or perhaps he is buttering me up in order to drug me and feel me up in the stockroom.
Whatever reason, it's disconcerting. But not unwelcome. He was getting on me a little this morning, but that was in front of everyone...and he was giving everyone a dressing down.
Weird.
My head still hasn't settled from those pills, jesus they're like horse tranq's or something.
Got a flat tire yesterday at lunch, my first day back at work after being ill. Got out, dragged the spare out of the boot, it started pelting with hailstones and freezing rain, the curb was blocking easy access to the jack, the spare was almost flat too, some bastard truck splashed me as it drove past and I wrecked my good work pants with mud and general crud.
Then my car wouldn't start on the way back. I was 30 mins late heading back in and this is the moment my boss decided I would be the perfect person to go do the lottery numbers for everyone. There was a record Euromillions jackpot and we did a syndicate.
Needless to say we didn't win much. Nine bucks. Between 13 of us. Haha.
I really must start getting myself a life, I've nothing much else to tell you.
Let me ask an opinon, at what age do people start assuming a long term single guy is actually a serial killer? Just wondering how long I've got
I spent most of Wedensday night helpless to prevent my bellybutton trying to go from an 'inny' to an 'outy' via throat. I think I turned inside out at one stage.
I even attempted to go to work the next day but actually fell alseep on the kitchen table and woke up 35mins later with a nasty electric bill imprint on my forehead.
I was back yesterday and today, today being interesting as one of the girls gave me two tablets when I asked if she had any painkillers. I took them assuming they were paracetamol...actually they were some prescription stuff that were a hell of alot stronger. And I'd taken them on an empty stomach.
So about 30 mins later my head was swimming, when I'd turn around my vision actually started taking longer to catch up. The girly had dosed me up good. I was half expecting to black out and wake up naked in the stockroom being felt up or something.
My boss is being very civil and even 'nice' to me alot the past week or two. Perhaps because I'm top salesman at the moment, and was last month too. Perhaps because I'm saving their arses with my computer knowledge half the time. Or perhaps he is buttering me up in order to drug me and feel me up in the stockroom.
Whatever reason, it's disconcerting. But not unwelcome. He was getting on me a little this morning, but that was in front of everyone...and he was giving everyone a dressing down.
Weird.
My head still hasn't settled from those pills, jesus they're like horse tranq's or something.
Got a flat tire yesterday at lunch, my first day back at work after being ill. Got out, dragged the spare out of the boot, it started pelting with hailstones and freezing rain, the curb was blocking easy access to the jack, the spare was almost flat too, some bastard truck splashed me as it drove past and I wrecked my good work pants with mud and general crud.
Then my car wouldn't start on the way back. I was 30 mins late heading back in and this is the moment my boss decided I would be the perfect person to go do the lottery numbers for everyone. There was a record Euromillions jackpot and we did a syndicate.
Needless to say we didn't win much. Nine bucks. Between 13 of us. Haha.
I really must start getting myself a life, I've nothing much else to tell you.
Let me ask an opinon, at what age do people start assuming a long term single guy is actually a serial killer? Just wondering how long I've got
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You're no serial killer. You're choosy. That's the reason you're single. I'd go out with you, and i'm choosy too, so by proxy you must be class.
You're just jealous!