T for Temp

The Temp is starting to show signs of nesting and settling in. Perhaps a bit too much for my liking there’s being relaxed in the work place and there’s stepping over the line and addressing personal hygiene issues at your desk.

The talking is one thing, honesty between her, Kirstie and Moody it’s surprising I actually manage to get anything done at the moment – there’s always one of them at my desk yabbering away. Work related, non-work related, work related that then somehow turns into non-work related and then ends up work related again (1/2 an hour later…) Another thing is clipping your finger nails at your desk. And another thing altogether is doing it while talking to me and having them ping in my direction.

This morning her breakfast consisted of one of those M&S hummus and carrot stick pots, weird enough as it was anyway she was munching away and asking me some (work related) questions at the same time. Oh Christ, here we go again, another gacker – what am I going to do I only just escaped one!! Actually there was a lack of gacking but she was eating and talking which you all know how I feel about. Half way through she realised what she was doing “oh my god, sorry I am just sat here eating – how rude!” Well at least she’s addressed the situation. However she carries on anyway, munch…munch….munch.

The attack of the hang nail came a little bit later in the day when she was asking me about something (non-work related) and sorting out a nail she had broken when filing. Hacking it off with a large pair of paper scissors. I’m not one to get squeamish about these things but I know people who are so it’s the kind of thing I personally would save for my next trip to the bathroom perhaps – just a thought. So I’m answering her question while she concentrates furiously on the little beggar – er are you listening to me? Should I wait until you…..PING! Flies off her finger and bounces off my leg on to the floor in front of me. The look on my face should surely have been hint enough that I was pretty repulsed by this vicious attack but no, she goes for the other half – um do you mind if you….PING! On to the piece of paper I have in front of me. “Oh, sorry, let me just get that….”

Would you like to borrow a nail file?

So the girl is shocked by the ‘C’ word, amazed that people kiss in public so much here (not the done thing in Queensland apparently) but is more than happy to fling her nail clippings at me?

Another freak to add to the collective.