Am on my lunchbreak at work. People have yet to ask me why I'm on a computer instead of being productive, but nevermind.
Before lunch I did a massive pile of photocopying. Oh My Gods! WTF? How can anyone work here day in, day out, hour after hour and NOT want to kill the machines, themselves, and all of the other idiots who work here.
I feel like I need a t-shirt that says 'You pay me to work here because if you tried to do this job you'd kill yourself.'
Also I have no concept of 'smartly dressed', so I look like a hobo, and given the horrendous torrential rain this morning I'm not surprised if I look extra dragged-backwards-through-a-hedge-y.
On the positive side I've been thinking in Tom Holt all day and wondering if the giant stapler will turn up, and I've got 20 mins of lunch left and two bags of chocolate buttons. Also I got to use my new umbrella-that-i-got-for-christmas-from-harry, and I've come up with a name. Umbrella Mouse and I are in agreement. The umbrella is dubbed 'Ryan' for being awesomely rainbow colours, and having hearts on the handle.
Oh, and
oz_the_bobble we thought of a name for Henry's replacement (not that any umbrella could really replace Henry, but still...) ...Douglas. He looks like a Douglas the new umbrella does.
So yes. I am bored. Work Sucks. The photocopier is looking for a spanner in the wrong place...
big love to all
plum x.