Or how afflicted with OCD's

This morning, I saw one of the "Suits" that work here standing in the kitchen filling a kettle.

He was filling said kettle from a hot water dispenser, that provides water at scalding temperatures. Hot enough to make very hot drinks with.

But this was either not hot enough for him, or the kettle was too slow.

WHY?

Executive stress?

OCD about scalding hot water not being clean enough and needing just one more good boil to make it safe?

Who knows.

Or even cares.

I was asked last night.

I was having a quick Google talk chat thing with a blogger and they commented on my avatar, which is a picture of a panda with “Pandas” written at the top and “Fuck ‘em” written at the bottom. I was asked to explain my apparent dislike of said cute fluffy creatures.

Well come on, any animal that is just too lazy to shag when housed in a nice comfy zoo is just not worth saving. Lazy fuckers. They probably taste great as well.

Said fiend being of the female persuasion and therefore prone to going “awww” over things furry and big eyed said “How can you say that! They are cute” like that is a good reason to save something, and went on to say “Cockroaches, now they deserve to die!”

“At least they have had the good grace to have done something useful, like evolve the ability to survive after a nuclear disaster! All pandas would do is burst into flames and be put off shagging even more!”

I mean Pandas…What’s the bloody point?

Ah yes, the working day.

Well at least it is the end of a short week and we get paid tomorrow. And, wonder of wonders – we get a bonus this month.

And I WILL NOT squander it on that very nice pointy black guitar I saw – I will use some of it to buy some new clothes and the rest will be put aside for spending money for the holiday (ie buying loads of cheap cigarettes). Fuck it! I hate being “sensible”.

Lurking somewhere in my morning, like a woodlouse in a salad, is a conference call. Hmmm, there are a couple of ways to approach this. As I have not yet got the email with the call in number and code yet, I could do the old “I forgot” bit, claiming that as there was no email I thought there was no meeting. And as my line manager has the day off I have no one here to remind me. But some git will probably phone me up and ask me why I am not on the call, and I will say, “Because I am talking to you obviously”

The other way is to do what I did last time – ring in, sit and listen, say nothing, put the phone down. At least that way I will know what is being planned for our brave new leap into whatever.

At some point I also have to send an email to someone explaining the bleeding obvious, that is – how to do their job. All part of the services I offer.

Then lunch.

Then the afternoon. I can’t wait.

What a fun packed Friday.

Meh.

But then I get to go!

Yayyyness.