"If I had the need, and the wherewithal, Mr. Banks, this would be my trunk of choice."

Work has been more and more pressured this week. The Bitches are all panicky 'cos they're short-staffed and haven't got enough hands to do the work, but this fact doesn't stop them taking Mother's Meetings every seven minutes to slag the rest of us off.

Actually, I think so far I have managed to get away unscathed of the bitching. They don't get me but I think they think my 'weirdness' (their words) is a novelty. I'm like the slightly irritating but sweet wind-up monkey with the cymbals, you know the guy?

Mr Bojangles paid me the nicest compliment ever by saying he couldn't get through the day without me - I was quick to return the sentiment, I swear I wouldn't be able to drag myself out of bed if I didn't know he was going to be 15-20 minutes behind me every morning.

I really like him, he's very smart and funny and he gets my humour. I don't have to be anything else with him. (Girls, he's also extremely cute, over 6 foot tall and dresses nice, I'll get that out of the way - you'd all swoon) but that's not why I like him. He's just interesting.

This morning was the worst with my work neighbour, Sad Sack sending negative vibes skirting all over the office - I was forced to eat an entire tube of Smarties before 9.30 am just to remain upright. I figured if I swallowed as many as I could at the same time the different coloured shells would somehow work themselves into my bloodstream, thus ensuring I has a fairly cheerful day.

Note to self: That doesn't work, numb nuts.

I do think, on a serious note, that I am going to have to put in for a seat transfer - this cannot go on. It is not good to set your day by the mood your colleague is in when you get in in the mornings.

Apart from my frisbee purchase, the day has been decidedly 'vanilla'

Whoop whoop though, Chica, I'm with you - just nine days until Big Brother 7!