Arse monkies!

I had a very helpful message from Shipscook, in which he attached his last CV. I had a quick gander at it and it is all practically the same format as mine, but a little different. Our company likes to change things around week to week so it seems, and different departments do like to do things their way.

But, having had a butchers at his CV, I was struck by a case of the "Oh yeah! I should put that in there"
and then reading through it again I thought, "well thats pointless so that can come out" and then "Oh that is rather poorly worded so I'll change that"

The trouble is that after each one of these thoughts I printed out a new version of the damn thing, and am now well on my way to deforesting the rain, erm, forest thingy.

Enough is enough though.

I am about to stick the "final" version under my line managers nose for his opinion and go for a ciggie while he looks at it and goes "Aww jayzus thas no way te be sayin' dat" and such.

Who said Fridays were fun?

(note - I'm just kidding, I am feeling fine so no sympathy huggy type bollockyshitwank alright?)

You may remember I mentioned a woman called J who works here? yes the one with the icredibly large chest. She is a very nice person but today she has a very bad headache that is making her feel sick.

Good and helpful people that we are, we turned off the lights above her desk and I gave her my sunglasses to wear to ease her pain.

Just a while ago she got up and hurridly went to the toilet to be sick, and what did I think? Pure and selfless little me?

OK what did I think AFTER "shall I hold her boobs for her while she throws?"

I thought "I hope she remembers to take my shades off before she cucks as I am not fishing them out of a toilet bowel full of puke"

I am an angel of mercy, am I not.

ahem.

In other news, the cv is done.

This will be Friday then. And it must be winter, as our office now feels like a tropical hot house! The heating is on with a vengeance and its not that cold outside. Betty Swollocks.

I am all of a cloud of "Eh?" this morning due to reasons various, and as such will make little sense to man, fish slice or boat.

In other news my choice of outfit could have been thought through a little more, no I do not look like a badly poured pint of Guiness (again) but the mid blue V-necked t-shirt and light beige trousers make me look like a doctor on Scrubs. But obviously nowhere as nice looking as Mr Braff, or whatever his name is. (not that I think he is nice looking but lots of girlies have said he is so whatever)

Anyway I look like a doctor. Who wants a free exam?

Tonight I am off to S&F's and tomorrow we take Sarah to the Tower of London which she is Quite excited about. Wants to see all the Queens bling.

Now where did I leave that bloody CV.