Let's start again shall we?

So today was a feisty day - having to kick some butt with some incompetent accounts departments. God, I'm good. Kicking butt is fun! I really should do it for a living. Oh yeah, I do, hurray!

Brent kept heavy sighing in his little corner.

Fuckface sent me an email saying: "please" and "thank you". I know, I nearly asked him if he'd sent it to the wrong person.

Boy Mad has a cold too so she was relatively quiet and not so boy mad today. (NB: I would like to state that I don't think there is nothing wrong with being boy mad. Hell, I used to be, before I lost the energy and the inclination. And I still appreciate a very pretty, nice eyed, nice handed, muscular arms, a bit of stubble, hmmm, strong forearms.... boy *dribble*. Where was I? Yeeah, anyway, it's just come on, Boy Mad refused to wear a white coat around the factory where they make nuts & bolts for our company 'in case' someone saw her and she looked silly. I have been to the factory believe me, there is nothing vaguely attractive lurking in there...)

An otherwise slacky day all round. Hurrah. I have taken to reading all my favourite blogs at work now, minimising my screen sometimes to about one millimetre squared. Then I read it word by word like a mad woman. I fear I am becoming obsessed with other people's lives! I don't dare post on my page though 'cos I slag off work too much. It reminds me of that girl who used to work at the White House and was doing it with some of her male colleagues and wrote all about them on a weblog but got busted and then sacked.

On the plus side though I think she got a book published so not all bad.... hmmm *chin scratch*

Something tells me there will be no book deal based on my 'kerayzee' antics in the 'wacky' world of Accounts, especially not for a company that sells nuts and bolts for light aircraft... wow.

But a girl can dream...