Sit & Swivel

I'm soon going to be guilty of a horrific crime. Not against fashion no, although these flip flops are somewhat dubious... but no - murder in cold blood. Or if not murder, a severe maiming by paper clip to a member of my team.

I am sick, sick, sick of being treated like a second rate citizen by this person because I am a 'temp'. Being a temp only means that I have had a trial period of three months in this job before they can be sure I am right for the job, it isn't because I'm a half-baked hillbilly with a mushroom mind. I'm quite bright and I do more hours than she does but the fact that I'm new but not yet 'permanent' seems to be an issue for her. I wish she would just FUCK OFF!

Pardonnez mon français!

Work rant over, I am learning all about Warrants of Execution it's very exciting. I like learning new stuff, even if it is ultimately something that doesn't really interest me.

On another plus side I have a new work neighbour - who is like a breath of fresh air. She's so nice and helpful, I love her.

So apart from Little Miss Fuck Face and the constant bitching in the Big Brother Office, all is good. And my friend just wrote a letter to a man called Mr. R. Sole, which of course pleases me immensely.

Oh yeah and in the last few minutes I've been given another job to do by the WW of the W, who was slagging me off only days ago because I supposedly cocked it all up! And she blamed herself for the cock up!

I can't play this Politics game, I'm too delicate a flower.