So, yes. The Boss is away collecting Pomegranate, the air-conditioning is at a reasonable level, some pleasing music has been put on and the office is my oyster, so to speak. I intend to spend a pleasant and productive day clearing up some shite, making the odd sale here and there, generally pushing gently wherever possible in attempt to get this ship on some sort of even keel and last but certainly not least finding my fucking shiny new fucking rubber.
More news as it breaks.
Arithmetic
5 hours ago
http://www.allshiny.com/ seems to be the place for fucking shiny new fucking rubber. nsfw(uybiagbp)
ReplyDeleteI'll happily buy you a shiny new rubber if it's any help in maintaining your sanity. We need you to brighten our days SK!
ReplyDeleteYou're losing it S.K - you're going to spend the time looking for the rubber?
ReplyDeleteMight as well put some underwear on your head, stick a pencil up each nostril and utter "wibble" in response to everything
If it weren't creepy-stalkery I'd ask for your address so I could send you one of these nifty erasers: http://www.jetpens.com/index.php/cPath/34_807 As it is you'll have to buy one yourself if you want it. :(
ReplyDeleteJust a quick note to tell you I love the blog - it has me in hysterics most days when I read it.
ReplyDeleteKeep the faith
Also keep the wine close at home, and never travel to work with a baseball bat..
she's shredded it.
ReplyDeleteCheers folks, both for kind words and the very thoughtful offers of a shiny new rubber :)
ReplyDeleteDoctor - Oh, yes. Jesus. I've fully lost it at this stage. I'm not even going to use the fucking rubber if I find it, no sir, but I'm still intent on finding the fucking thing, for sure.
But one of those fancy little picture frames from the pound shop, a brand new rubber, glue it into the frame and hang it on the wall :D
ReplyDeleteJesus... my mad workmates are talking about one of those minging documentaries that was screened last night about a woman with a son who weighs half a tonne. I WISH I was alone. Mind you, at least it beats the Mariah Carey Xmas tunes that were de rigeur a few weeks ago...
ReplyDeleteIf you find the rubber I suggest putting a wee halo on it and also drawing a face on. If the boss comes to get it tell her it's your conscience and you can't be parted.
Jesus... my mad workmates are talking about one of those minging documentaries that was screened last night about a woman with a son who weighs half a tonne.
ReplyDeleteWe were going to watch that, but ended up watching the programme on C&I about "Mr. Swirl", the Canadian paedophile. I'm sure they could have picked a better name though, because as soon as I heard "Mr. Swirl", I instantly thought of Mr. Happy, and Mr. Bump and...