Like, totally, .. like, oh my gaaad ... like, no-way ...

Fluffy had a big-time total meltdown and general freak out session in the office this afternoon

As in, really, really b.a.d and so un professionnal

Perhaps because today, according to the Grauniad, is blue monday or perhaps it's in anticipation of it

Whatever ...

The crux of it though, is that he'd called us (me and BonneàRien) in for a 'team meeting'

Evidently, just as west is west and east is east, 'team' and 'meeting' just don't coincide in the same phrase where i go to earn a crust

'Team' being a closely knit set of individuals with a common set of goals
'Meeting' being an exchange of ideas to the common good

Anyhoooo, he'd sent us both a mail at the start of the day, saying 'bring the bollockgrinder document'

So in a spirit of misplaced efficiency i mailed it accross to him
Bonneàrien didn't bring hers

An apocalyptic erreur for both of us

For when it became apparent that no "bollockgrinder doc" was physically before his rhumy eyes and under his sweaty hand he went on a rant of jaw dropping proportions

First off it started with "I ASKED FOR IT TO BE PRINTED. PRINT-ED"

Then, in one breath :

"I JUST DON'T BELIEVE IT !!
I SEND YOU A MAIL, AND YOU DON'T. EVEN. FUCKING. READ. IT.
DO YOU BOTH HAVE TROUBLE READING ?
DO YOU , DO YOU, DO YOU ?
ARE YOU BOTH STUPID, OR JUST WEAK ON COMPREHENSION ?
FORGOTTEN YOUR MOTHER TONGUE ?
MAYBE I SHOULD WRITE IT IN AN-OTH-ER LANGUAGE SO THAT YOU HAVE TO ASK SOMEONE FOR A TRAAANS-LATION.
THAT WAY YOU MIGHT, MAY-BE, JUST POSS-IB-LY UNDER-STAND.
YOU KNOW WHAT ??
IT'S LIKE YOU IGNORE MY MAILS.
READ AND DELETE, IS THAT IT ?
EH EH EH ?
IT'S AS IF YOU GO
(by this time, flicking the bird with both hands at his screen and going 'naaah naaaaahnaaaah')
D'YOU YOU SEEEEEEEE"

8-ô
Blimey ....