Friday, 28 August 2009

What Me?

Dear Diary: Spent most of today feeling ill and incapacitated by a hangover as ever.

Jammed a stapler with the wrong size of staple. Removed staple with key pinched from colleague's desk. 1/2 hr. There is nothing that can go wrong in an office that cannot be solved by things you can find in the office, which somehow amounts to a futile and circular argument*.

Went 'home' to the local Weatherspoons for the usual gallon of medicinal Wifebeater.

Went home v. hungry and nothing in the larder but a small pot of honey, which ate.

Tomorrow another day working on my Project, "X---- Primary Care Trust: Mental Health Strategy for 2015".

Well, it is now 0130 and I am not sure I am feeling any better.

* except in the US postal service where a colleague might "go postal" at any moment. But they have cool stuff like guns.


xoggoth said...

That is very strange. Google indicates that the health strategy of every nation and every continent spans a period ending in 2015. What do you know that we dont?

O.M. Hubbard (L. Ron's mother) said...

You had a small pot of honey!?

Bloody luxury.

Chertiozhnik said...

Well, we have strategies that go on a bit longer, but only so that we can do stuff about "Vision 2020". We do like a laugh, us lizard people.

Hamsters. Mmmm. And honey.