Sep 11, 2009 10:05
I love my boss. Most of the time. Except possibly right now, when he just decided I should do some presenting too. Do I really want to stand up in front of 40 corporate bankers' PAs and pretend to sound like I know what I'm talking about? Not really. Also. Bastard. Just spring this on me an hour before we're due to leave why don't you. Again I say, bastard. And after we had such a fun time talking about ghosts and how you saw a UFO whilst waiting for the train at Wimbledon. I tried so hard not to laugh at you! And now, well, next time I'm going to LAUGH IN YOUR FACE, BITCH.
And I can't even rebel by reading my flist at work because I am petrified of spoilers for Supernatural.
The lunch had better be awesomecakes.
i have a life but it's a bit tragic,
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