I must post! THIS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
Having spent the last weekend sniffling at the
departure of Swedish Lesbian#1, Kiwi Lesbian#1 and their sprog for a new life
in Auckland, my
bird and I were cheered at the arrival of a postcard featuring a photo of bird’s
boobs and signed “They are NOT a C-cup but we’ll miss them anyway…”. I wonder if the post office sorting staff
agreed. Bird is regretting letting
Buddleia’s Electric Landlady get a bit to close with the camera at the wedding the other week.
On another bright note, a hard few weeks with grim deadlines and the departure of some very good friends has been made easier by the habit of some staff of bringing their dogs to work - cue much squeeing by most members of staff (me mostly). I stay well out of the “is it right?” argument cos it’s no-one in my team (ha!), but some of the other managers have to make themselves the bad guy, hence the following typical conversation:
Manager: “You can’t bring your dog into the office”
Staff member: “Yes I can!”
M: “No you can’t!”
S: “Yes I can, he’s a guide dog.”
M: “Ok, number one you’re not blind. Number two, he’s a poodle.”
As my boss would say, doing his best Catherine Tate Nan impression, “What a fuuuuckin’ liberty!”.
On another bright note, a hard few weeks with grim deadlines and the departure of some very good friends has been made easier by the habit of some staff of bringing their dogs to work - cue much squeeing by most members of staff (me mostly). I stay well out of the “is it right?” argument cos it’s no-one in my team (ha!), but some of the other managers have to make themselves the bad guy, hence the following typical conversation:
Manager: “You can’t bring your dog into the office”
Staff member: “Yes I can!”
M: “No you can’t!”
S: “Yes I can, he’s a guide dog.”
M: “Ok, number one you’re not blind. Number two, he’s a poodle.”
As my boss would say, doing his best Catherine Tate Nan impression, “What a fuuuuckin’ liberty!”.