Brain FAIL

Our Outlook has been down all day. Apparently this is due to some numpty in the Pakistan office ticking a box that says “disconnect all international links” during a routine service check. I have now written out the document to buy some software costing €12,000 in order to fix this. It’s not going to be up and running until Monday and has meant that I have had possibly one of the most tedious days on record this month. Possibly this year. Everything I have to do is in my Outlook, I can’t even do any data entry. I have been copying information off of business cards all day.

Loosing……..will…….to………live.

Now Kirstie has gone home as her husband got his wrist broken by one of the prisoners at his work (any excuse) and Gunner has feckked off to the pub to meet a mate. Even CJ has gone home. And Andre has the Eurhythmics blasting out her i-pod.

Honestly how can I be expected to work in these conditions?

If all goes according to plan I will be walking out of here at 4pm today. The plan being that I will just get up and walk out and if anyone says anything they will hear the words “fuck” and “off” in response.

Quick update on the stranded managers. Freaker called this morning to see if he changed his travel plans AGAIN to which Kirstie said no as he was already costing the company enough money as it was. He’s currently on a plane to Dubai where he is meant to be picking up a flight to Paris (yeah good luck with that one) and then plans to travel to Calais. We’re not sure if he’s aware there is a national train strike in France this weekend. Snigger.

Moon Monkey rang demanding a private jet. Seriously. It was because one of the top nobs is with him in Uganda. After discovering this would cost £50k Kirstie rang him back and told him it was a no and to shut up and sit tight. Jesus these people are minor business men for fucks sake not some international film star or politician. WTF do they have to be back for? Enjoy your hotel and the sunshine like everyone else.

Private jet. Wankers.

Problem is the power is going to Moon Monkey’s head. It’s not a good sign if he’s ordering in private jets, what’s next? Fresh lilies on his desk every day and a masseuse on hand for those tired aching shoulders?

I need to get out of here, this is not the mood of preference for a Friday. Sunshine and freedom here I come. Laters peeps, enjoy the non-working days.