Under pressure

Off again yesterday (not sick this time just a day off – thank you for your concern) and today is pretty manic at work so I’m afraid it’s another short one. I feel like I’m cheating you out of a decent days’ blog at the moment, the pressure’s getting to me you know, stop being so demanding! I can’t take it!! Aggghhhhhhh!

Ahem. Sorry.

Today we’ve had Saffa in tears. This morning I was con flabbing with Kirstie by the photocopier and she comes rushing past all teary and red eyed and looking quite upset. Kirstie asked if she was ok and she said “yeah fine”, still dashing about trying to organise a meeting that was about to start. She did grab Kirstie by the hand in a kind of “help me” manner but I guess you don’t want to be talking about something upsetting when you’re about to go in and sit down in an all day meeting with a bunch of suited wankers. Seems to have calmed down now and Kirstie has promised me she will do her utmost to snoop in and find out what’s going on. In a completely caring sense of course because we don’t like to see anyone upset around here (well…) and because we are nosey bitches. We’re considering the possibility her better half has found out about the flowers from the anonymous admirer but it could be anything.

CJ is working from home today. Er, not sure why. I have given up on asking where she is and it starts to look like I actually give a fuck so Kirstie enquired this time. Moody said with the usual eyes raised to the ceiling, shoulder shrug and tone of despair “she’s working from home but I’m not sure why”. That’s all we know. Bit lacking on the solid facts this week aren’t we? Ginger also overheard her saying to him yesterday that she’s taking this Friday off. Well she would want to over do it would she? I mean a 3 day working week is quite enough.

The department night out is now turning into a ‘team bonding’ exercise. Yes I can hear you all shuddering from where you sit and read this. Luckily we have some control over what we do but Moon Monkey has so far suggested go karting and paintballing. To her benefit Andre was the first to point out that her arse doesn’t fit in a go-kart but she is also out of bowling because of a fractured shoulder (1st I’ve heard of this). I thought it brave of MM to suggest the paint balling as I think he might be the number one target in the game (although I’d personally set my sights on a certain bad table mannered, muttering, work skiving idiot who sits in my close proximity). Other options are a pub quiz, karaoke (which I think would be hi-la-ri-ous) and some kind of cookery lesson. I’ll let you know what the final decision is but whatever it turns out to be you know the next day is going to make for an interesting blog.