The Unstated Assumption

I'm having a pretty eventful week! A promotion at the beginning of it and finding out that I've passed the last module of my Chartered Institute of Marketing exam at the end of it - yay! Although I must admit I'm kinda dissapointed that I won't see that rather friendly and attractive young lady who usually sat the same exams as me .. I think she kinda liked my quirky 'can say anything' style. Alas, our paths may cross when I start the post graduate Diploma course later on in the year (or should that be if? lol).

Moving on, the slight covering of snow this morning seems like an instant excuse to skive off for many, doesn't it? Our trainee girl phoned up this morning with the excuse of not coming in because her "Brakes were frozen to the wheels". Although there was no ice anywhere and it wasn't cold enough, hmm. Apparently, Womborne (where she lives) must have experienced isolated cases of sub-freezing temperatures all day as not once did she rear her head in the office. Apparently they must have re-routed all bus routes in and around Womborne today as public transport was apparently not an option for somebody who only passed their test 6 months ago. Brakes frozen huh...Is that a pig flying through the air or just a wooly mammoth trying to hump your Peugeot 206?

It's not often you have a day that has all the signs of being utter crap, but actually turns out to be quite eventful. But I had one of those days today.

I walked into the office at work, prepared for a verbal fist of cuffs with my manager over a mis-understanding from the previous week (she went to leave early, and I sarcastically replied with "It's not 5pm already is it?", to which she took as a personal insult lol). Instead I got icey glares from over the partition for most of the morning. Then at 12, I got a request to call my most senior of bosses to which I thought I would now receive my ear-bashing for the previously stated situation. Instead I found out I got a promotion, and quite a fancy promotion at that! Take THAT my former manager lol

Keeping with the office situation, why is it that every afternoon when you go to the lav's for a pee, there's always one dirty bastard who feels the need to piss over the floor around the toilet? I mean, is it really THAT hard to aim in the pan...c'mon, really? Is it? If I ever find out who the culpret is, I'll personally find out where they sit and piss on their carpet...see how the inconsiderate twat-face likes that.

No, I'm not taking up cheap parlour tricks, I took a long overdue trip to the opticians today to get the ol' humanoid readers checked out....and my eyes are still hurting lol I must say that only 50% of the tests they performed I fully understood. What's the point of the bit when they put that medieval torture device over your eyes and keep swapping the lenses? "Is the line blurred now?" .. "Yep"..."How about now?" ..."The same" .... "and now?" ..."Still the same" ... "which one makes theline more sharper, 1 or 2?" .. "They both create the same level of blurry-ness I'm afraid" lol

And the finished result? My eye sight is fine...Well, it was until she shined a powerful light into my eyeball for 30 odd seconds. Now they hurt like shit lol

Only in an office can there be a situation where yellow post-it notes are more widely seen than the management. Whenever a circumstance or problem arises, you can bet your well rounded rear that you're likely to see a scribbled yellow note than a manager. One of those situations happened this week. I wondered into the kitchen only to find one stuck to the fridge saying "Will the comedian who keeps opening and drinking my cans of pop please stop! These are for my lunch and it is not funny. Thank you".

Of course, if you put cans of pop with "Try me!" plastered all over the packaging in there, what do you expect? lol