People are bloody miserable , aren't they? Today I nearly cracked my head open on the hand rail on the ceiling of the bus (don't ask me how as I am about two foot tall). One bloke smirked a bit but did anyone ask me if I was ok? Er, No. I sat on the back seat of the bus with tears streaming down my face and half my brains hanging out. Hmpf.

Rocker has this theory about the North/South divide and I never saw it before I started going out with him. He is so right. Southerners are generally miserable sods who's rather look anywhere that look at you. And forget them smiling back at you. If they are under 87 years old, game over.

Work today was very busy and therefore went very fast so for that I am grateful. The office is so quiet though, it's like working in a morgue but without the fun of being able to poke the bodies with a stick. There's the big, big boss who sits (very unconveniently for me) right behind me and he's a real jerk. Let's refer to him from here on as FUCKFACE. I was going to give him a clever little nickname but he doesn't deserve it, so just Fuckface for him. (The others pointed out he looks and sounds like Henry's Cat but I feel that is insulting to Henry's Cat).

Anyway, Fuckface didn't welcome me on my first day, ignores me completely and just sits behind his desk playing with himself (probably). To say he is the 'Big Boss', I have never seen him do any work. He sent me a mail today asking me to do something for him, which is fine, but no please, thank you or hello christa about it. I think he's intimidated. In general, by women. Anyway, I can't stand him, and sometimes I am tempted to vomit on his desk.

It pissed down on the way home. Part of me wanted to get soaking wet (steady!) just to clear my mind. There is nothing like the smell of freshly fallen rain. Mmmmm. Anyway, it's stopped now. Yesterday it hailed down heavily. I swear the hails were the size of marbles.