Monday, July 27, 2009

sometimes the way things are said tells you all you need to know

Me: glance this way please
She: (dramatic sigh) Do i HAVE to?

Me: My poor housemate's in hospital with a bacterial infection.
She: Is that the affect you've had on him? ha ha (quasi ironic laughter)

Me: Morning!
Them: (Resounding sound of silence) then 40 minutes later: Don't say good morning then.

Welcome to my office. More politics than Whitewall, less ethics than a guerilla outfit. Think really bitchy playground during hormonal times. Times it by a Gazillion.
And you're still not even close.

Which is why I'm a clock watcher. Wishing my life away.

Well, the work day bit of it.

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