*snigger*
My promotion officially starts next week. They have hired my mother and a man named David Brent to take over my current job.
No, really, they have. My mother and David Brent.
I wrote a really disgusting, horribly crude and tasteless diary entry the other night, and though I have taken steps to ensure it will never be read, ever, I still feel the need to apologise to a few specific but nameless people. Sorry. Sorry. And, er, sorry.