Thursday, 26 November 2009

Ah, God.

I swear. It's got to the stage when from twenty feet away, I can hear her take a breath in a certain manner that suggests that she's just about to speak, and in this microsecond, my very fucking soul cringes.


  1. I'm very glad you are back. You brighten up my mornings! :)

  2. I know exactly what you mean. With my boss, the signal is the word "So..." followed by 8 or 9 seconds of silence. It makes me go completely rigid and clench my jaw.

  3. This is exactly how my mentalist ex 'boss' used to start. She would either preface an inane comment with "So...", or we would get "Ummm....". In the 3 second hiatus following this, I could pick up a 25lb chair with my clenched arse cheeks. She wasn't just mental, but evil personified - glad to say I got out of there. You have my sympathy - but do remember, there's a door you can walk through!