D!oh D!oh D!oh

Where do i start ...

Ever since TheGorgone - who organises the workload of my trainers - left us to put forth unto an unsuspecting world her sprog (Lucifer/Beelzebub/Damien call him whatever you will) we've had a succession of replacements that've all proven to be as usefull as a vicar overseeing a shagfest in a brothel

The newest recruit, then, phoned in sick on monday leaving us with no-one to open or close 'la boutique'

Which means ... (sigh) ... i'm counting the minutes before i have to go to bed and get up again at the crack of later on today (for me at any rate) to open the doors at 7.45

I'm going to be dead on my feet by midday and in the afternoon i'm supposed to be giving another very formal presentation to a potential client that i have (or had) high hopes for doing business with

Caffeine won't be enough and class 'A' drugs ain't my bag - i can see tomorrow being a paddle up shit street without a paddle ... or even an inflatable dinghy for help