Here's me : "Ken who?"
The Boss : "Ken... key.. Keating."
Here's me : "Who is Ken Keating?"
Is this shit getting as old for you, the reader, as it is for me?
The Boss : "Ronan Keating."
Here's me : "Ronan fucking Keating is the fucking singer from fucking Boyzone. Please. Sort your head out."
The Boss : "Gary Kielty."
Here's me : "Fuck. My. Life."
The Boss : "Read me out his e-mail?"
Here's me : "What, I mean fucking what??"
The Boss : "Read me out Gary Kielty's e-mail."
Here's me, probably spitting : "What? What? I don't even have an e-mail from Gary Kielty! Who the fuck is Gary Fucking Kielty?"
The Boss : "I'll forward it to you."
Just what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fucking fuck.
At the risk of stating the bleedin' obvious, your gaffer appears to be a suitable case for treatment. Utterly hatstand.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're ok Koala... you seem tenser than usual :(
ReplyDeleteDo you at least get a decent amount of time off over Christams? You really do deserve some!
ReplyDeleteUm, I get two days off... bugger it all...
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