Hot Topics of Office Conversation

Todays Highlights:

“Apparently they use pigs to find truffles”

“Yeah, I’m surprised they don’t eat them though”

“God, it’s too hot to think”
“It’s too hot to do anything”

“This morning I was sweating on the train so much I was worried people would think I’d wet myself because of the sweat running down my thighs.
There was a woman opposite me who looked like she’d dipped her head in a bucket of water – she was sweating that much !”

Passionless

I seem to have lost my passion for blogging. I am no longer a blogaholic. I'm not building huge stores of blog poststo be used at a later date, I'm not going back over past posts and re-editing them. I can't be botherd to blog.

I thing it may be a symptom of depression. Well, that and a reluctance to sneek onto the net while temping. I'd feel guilty about taking advantage of the Cancer Charilty where I'm working especialy when I'd get the boot straight away if Igot cought.

Oh for the days when i had a proper job and I sneekily blogged about my colleagues while I was suposed to be working . . . that was fun.

This office is boring. In 5 weeks I have had hardly any blogging fodder. I can only think of 2 incidents to tell you about. The're funny incidents but not very substantial. The first was when one of the secretarys noticed George with his head in his hands and a look of pain on his face.

"George, are you ok?"
"yeah, I'm just thinking and it hurts"

The second was when the Marketing Guy got back from a meeting a Deutchabank and a middle aged man from finance came over to see how it went.

"So how did it go with the krauts?"

Needless to say the office decended into a stunned silence as we turned to look at each other with looks of profound shock on our faces that anyone so seniour could be so un-PC, in such a loud voice, in front off a whole office full of people.

I must have sneezed about 10 times today.

Not one single person said 'Bless you'.

I had a massive strop at the begining of the party. I wore a t shirt and jeans, not realising that everyone else would be glamed up like a footballers wife.

I did manage to chill out afer a free drink or two and even had a drunken deep and meaningful with Nemisis before hitting the dancer floor with my Mother Earth. It was just a shame the DJ was so shit.

Red, Black and Hat

I'm going to a Doctors boat party tomorrow. When Mother Earth asked me if I wanted to go I thought she just wanted some company. It turns out the scheeming old bag actualy had something else in mind.

"You'll be able to meet some nice young doctors....You'd better look nice."

People who should be banned from London Underground during the rush hour

1. Stupid people
2. People who walk slowly
3. People who can't walk and read a sign at the same time
4. People who like to stop dead in the middle of the tunnel blocking the way for the 300 people behind them trying to get to work on time
5. People who like to stand in the middle of the platform blocking the way for the 300 people behind them trying to get to work on time
6. People who don't use deoderant on hot days
7. People who talk REALLY LOUDLY on their mobiles
8. People with luggage, especialy people with luggage SO big they can't pick it up and insted have to slowly thud it up and down the stairs one step at a time, blocking the way for the 300 people behind them trying to get to work on time.
9. People who step onto trains and then just stop while they look around for a seat thus blocking the way for the 30 other people trying to get through the doors
10. People who stand in the doorway of a packed carrage and refuse to step off onto the platform to let people off - even though as soon as those people have gotten off they will be able to get straight back on.