I hate Mondays

I decided to be myself for work today and wear one of my beloved ties. I have a small obsession with ties you see. Call it the Katherine Hepburn Effect but I just have a thing about a manly touch to an otherwise feminine look. Of course no-one at my new work got it - so I was inundated with "you're wearing my old school tie, love" comments. Ha di f**king Ha.

Ps. Today has been B-O-R-I-N-G with a capital B. I nearly wept with boredom at one point. I know I should be revelling in my new job but no-one has actually told me what I am supposed to do and the boss, let's just call him Brent Mark II, keeps calling a meeting - or 'touching base' - every seven seconds - and confusing me even more. Plus it's so quiet in there. You can't move in your chair without paranoia about what noises you might make.

I think I might keep looking for the perfect job and carry on until something better comes along. I want someone to pay me for my ideas, rather than having to actually work.

Oh, and Rocker has an interview for a good company tomorrow so good luck to him. Yey.