Routine, smoutine

I have a routine now when I get into work at 8am.  

Say hello to Brent, make small talk about weather.  Take off coat, go to loo and check hair in mirror.  Get Mocha Choc from machine, number 53, medium strength (I only have one a day from the dreaded machine but that Mocha Choc injects some much needed kick into the wake-up process).

Go back to desk.  Download the statements from that day and the day before from our online bank account.  Check the Danish bank accounts.  Sigh loudly when I look at how much money has been paid in and secretly fantasise about defrauding the company out of a measly £10k, just to get straight in life.

Spend next 30 mins to half and hour trailing the gossip sites for inspiration and up-to-the minute pictures.  Write some posts to be published later on tonight.

Say hello to Goldilocks and Medieval as they come in.  Start proper work about 9am, with the occasional post in between.

Oh but if I could blog for a living!

One day, one day.