Boy Idiot took the day off, Missus Accountswoman learned / is learning how to use EXCEL and Missus Bosswoman has been in a bitchy sorta mood.

THE.END.

!!!

As for me ... heuuuuuuuuu ...

Nothing special, just the usual hum drum tedium ...

I got in this morning, did a few mails and bills, got hastled by a squatter - a trainee who couldn't read my paper shuffling routine and stayed for about an hour; twittering on about how her husband doesn't love her and wants a divorce but she wants to keep custody of the pet poodle ...- i had one chick ask me how to say 'patates' in english ( i said 'do you mean 'patates' or 'pommes de terre' ? ')

I've been dis-uninvited (i.e ordered to go) to the Salon de la formation on friday * whoopy doo my cup runneth over with the deepest of joy*

Actually, Missus Bosswoman has finally noticed that when i arrive in the mornings i dive straight into my office and hit my mail box - people don't know if i'm there or not until about 11 o'clock when i make surface to go for a coffee.

'You could at least say hello to us all', she said

'you're right ... i could', was my noncommital answer

The real problem is that as soon as i arrive, before i can get my coat off, my ass sat down and my first coffee of the day down my gullet, i get assailed from all sides simultaneously - i hate it and have had enough of saying as much to everyone : 'LET ME GET SETTLED IN, GODDAMIT'

It all just goes in one ear and out of the other.

Consequently, i just ride out the first hour(s) .....

... or the first session, 'till about 12.30

... it's all about climatisation, as i say.

Pffft ..

Still, i've only got tomorrow to get through, then a half day at the salon thing - y'don't really believe i'm going to stick it a whole day, surely ?! - before the weekend starts.

;@)