The longest week...
Phew, thank the sweet lord that week is over with. I don't know what it is, but how come a 4-day week seems to last longer than a usual 5 day one? It's like one of those deceiving eye puzzle thingies...either that or a goverment cover up.
You never really realise how boring an office can truly be until you're stuck in the department by yourself, like I was today. If matters couldn't get any worse, I had one of those terrible 'cubicle' moments when popping to the ol' convenience room. You all know the drill - you walk in there only to be greeted by THE most appalling smell. You take a leak in the cubicle and someone else comes in. You don't want to walk out just incase you're blamed for the slightly unflattering odure. Well just my luck, I have to time it exactly to the moment when a meeting ends and there's an endless stream (no pun intended) of Jimmy Riddlers. 10 Bloody minutes I was standing in that cubicle waiting to make my break for freedom.
The upcoming weekend is more than a welcome one, being topped off with a well earned night of indie-frolics at Blast Off in Wolvo with Mr Propaganda himself. As for tonight? I'll be settling down for a night infront of the TV to watch if Michael Barrymore can out-do the wannabe Z list celebs in the good 'ol Big Brother house.
By the way, did anyone clock the unintentionally hilarious sign in the crowd last night - "I came for Barrymore"? Classic!
You never really realise how boring an office can truly be until you're stuck in the department by yourself, like I was today. If matters couldn't get any worse, I had one of those terrible 'cubicle' moments when popping to the ol' convenience room. You all know the drill - you walk in there only to be greeted by THE most appalling smell. You take a leak in the cubicle and someone else comes in. You don't want to walk out just incase you're blamed for the slightly unflattering odure. Well just my luck, I have to time it exactly to the moment when a meeting ends and there's an endless stream (no pun intended) of Jimmy Riddlers. 10 Bloody minutes I was standing in that cubicle waiting to make my break for freedom.
The upcoming weekend is more than a welcome one, being topped off with a well earned night of indie-frolics at Blast Off in Wolvo with Mr Propaganda himself. As for tonight? I'll be settling down for a night infront of the TV to watch if Michael Barrymore can out-do the wannabe Z list celebs in the good 'ol Big Brother house.
By the way, did anyone clock the unintentionally hilarious sign in the crowd last night - "I came for Barrymore"? Classic!
