whales, work and weekend
1st September 2004, 9:07 pm

i'm officially bored to death of work. i've had my fulfilment of townies, retards and retreads for this lifetime. also, i'm starting to get too into this job, and consequently obsessed with a) the parceline website ("an exceptional service run by exceptional people!") b) manifests listing every parcel sent on one day c) making spreadsheet cells different colours.

sexy mo always makes a day more fun though - damnit he is so sexy, and he dresses well. he blatently fancies me too, come on mo, all that "smiling" gives it away... hopefully...

i'm off down to notts this weekend, and my dad's coming too, surprisingly. however, this is a very good thing, and he will deflect the ban-rah nagging and fill up those conversations about next door's lawn where all i say is "mmm" and "yeah, maybe".

thinking of emma and katie this week, love to you both xx

my sister's off on a work training course this week - they actually paid for her to be flown to london, and for her to stay in a 5 * hotel. she has the cushiest job in existance. she spent today doing volunteer work at a severe epilepsy centre; apparently building a patio promotes group bonding and teamwork. sounds knackering to me, i get tired walking to the printer more than 6 times a day.

my computer from dave is only going to cost �164, and my gran's going to buy it as an early christmas present. woohoo! my compter's gonna kick ass too, it's going to have little buffy icons and bad girl wallpapers and anything else majorly sad and embarrassing that i can think of before i go back to uni.

17 days left at warehouse hell.

i cooked tea tonight, go me. my lamb chops so far haven't killed my dad either, so bonus. i'm having one of those nights where i just want to eat and eat and eat, but i'm not going to do that because i'd then look very blue and whale-like.

okay and i've run out of things to say.

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