Top boss lady is on the speaker (non video) phone yakking at us, she asks Mr third in command to write something on a flip chart

"Okay Mxx, I'm doing it now"

"I can almost see it all going on" Said she.

Cue someone (possibly me) saying "Oh really?" and leaning forward and flipping the phone The Finger.

Cue head shaking and grinning from my line manager and an outbreak of laughter which made Mr third in command think he was funnier than he ever will be.

A while back I asked what the best back handed compliment you ever got was. And it was very interesting.

So now, as I is a bored and restless thing awaiting the arrival of that hour known as lunch, I want to know what the nicest thing anyone ever said about you (and OK, or "to you") was.

BUT I will NOT accept "I love you"

That is too easy and frankly you lot need to work harder.

Well?

What was it supposed to be for again?

So far I have seen comments ranging from "I was here" to opinions on the content of the blog in question.

Given the nature of some people that we find blogging, could this just not be another "angle of attack" for use by people with an axe to grind?

Or just another place to put smutty comments?

(ahem)

Have you used it yet?

Has yours been "Signed" yet?

Wassit all abaaaart den? (sorry, my east london accent got out there)

We were going to have a chat today with our top managers second in command (nice touch I thought, shows how much she cares) today about our amazing lack of future prospects.

BUT, the cowardly second in command woman has bailed out and is sending Third in command guy. This long streak of high pressure excrement had damn well better take his ever present Blue tooth tossers acessory out of his ear when he talks to us (he keeps it in even in meetings with the big boss) or I may have to have a word.

Ever since these clowns took over this team, they have moved the goalposts on an almost monthy basis, not listened to a single fucking word we have said about how we could do this job properly and given us fuck all support. And now its all going tits up they continue to show us that we are not worth giving a fuck over.

Happy days eh?

You are listening to "Stairway to Heaven" backwards on youtube and reading the lyrics.

Hmmmmm.

I see another one of those days ahead of me.

After a lovely afternoon of pissing off (by accident) a good friend I took myself off home, hoping for a shot of whisky and a pluck on the les paul.

But no, oh no. Arriving home I was told that we had a power cut! Arrg!

So Jo and I set about making a chilli as the sun set and the house darkened. I broke out some candles when it got too dark, and yes I did all the stupid things you do during a power cut - putt the chillis and garlic in the electric blender (doh!) filled the kettle up to boil some water for the rice (double doh!)
Tried to turn the extractor fan on above the cooker (thrice Doh!)

Thankfully we have a load of those little T-light candles as well as normal ones so the house was bathed in soft light. Almost romantic. Also I got the portable CD player and some battery powered speakers to provide some music as we sat staring at the candles after dinner and chilling out.

I had to find a little torch for sarah to have in her bedroom as the power was still off at her bed time. In fact it was off from before 5 till after 9.

When it did come on, all the benifit of relaxing in the candle light went out the window faster than a high velocity greasy weasel leaving the Richard Gere suit at the Hilton, as my computer would not respond to any request to let me at the internet.

BASTARD MACHINE!

So that was my evening.

I need a nice relaxing candle lit evening to get over it.