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My Big Boss is usually fucking around on my computer when I walk into work in the mornings, but not this morning. John the Radio Voiced Supervisor said he left before I came in. Apparently he was quite embarassed about his behaviour on Friday. There's no way in hell I'll get an apology, but at least I know he knows he did the wrong thing.
In non-work related news, I have that feeling again - like I NEED to do something. Need need need to do something...urgently...but I don't know what the fuck it is. It's like time is running out and I have to do whatever it is very fucking soon. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS!!! There's many things I need to do. Maybe I should just pick one at random and do it. Fuck it to hell.
It's Paul's birthday today. I bought him some beer on my way home. Beer - it's the gift that keeps on giving. Late last week I said we should do something on Sunday - go out to lunch or dinner or something. He kept saying, "We'll see what happens." At birthday time, he'll never say,"Oh, yes - I'd like to go here or there". I think (well, no - I KNOW) he's terrified I'll plan another surprise with his friends. Remember that? If you don't know - it was a few years ago, before we came up here. There's this really great restaurant in Smithfield (of all places) and we both love it. I organised a small surprise dinner there with a couple of people. And it was only small - there was only 5 other people besides us. He was fine in the restaurant in front of everyone, but as soon as we were alone in the car afterwards, he FREAKED THE FUCK OUT saying that he HATES doing anything on his birthday and that I'd ruined everything and that it was one of the worst days of his life. When I told my sister (who was there), she thought it was HILARIOUS because it was the first time she'd seen me do something nice for someone and it all backfired on me. I've never been nice since.
So anyway, we didn't do anything yesterday because we ran out of water! There was nothing in our tanks. Couldn't even flush the fucking toilet. We had to ring the water man up and get a truckload of water delivered. So now we have half a tank. I really fucking hope it rains soon.
The End.
In non-work related news, I have that feeling again - like I NEED to do something. Need need need to do something...urgently...but I don't know what the fuck it is. It's like time is running out and I have to do whatever it is very fucking soon. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS!!! There's many things I need to do. Maybe I should just pick one at random and do it. Fuck it to hell.
It's Paul's birthday today. I bought him some beer on my way home. Beer - it's the gift that keeps on giving. Late last week I said we should do something on Sunday - go out to lunch or dinner or something. He kept saying, "We'll see what happens." At birthday time, he'll never say,"Oh, yes - I'd like to go here or there". I think (well, no - I KNOW) he's terrified I'll plan another surprise with his friends. Remember that? If you don't know - it was a few years ago, before we came up here. There's this really great restaurant in Smithfield (of all places) and we both love it. I organised a small surprise dinner there with a couple of people. And it was only small - there was only 5 other people besides us. He was fine in the restaurant in front of everyone, but as soon as we were alone in the car afterwards, he FREAKED THE FUCK OUT saying that he HATES doing anything on his birthday and that I'd ruined everything and that it was one of the worst days of his life. When I told my sister (who was there), she thought it was HILARIOUS because it was the first time she'd seen me do something nice for someone and it all backfired on me. I've never been nice since.
So anyway, we didn't do anything yesterday because we ran out of water! There was nothing in our tanks. Couldn't even flush the fucking toilet. We had to ring the water man up and get a truckload of water delivered. So now we have half a tank. I really fucking hope it rains soon.
The End.