My hat and gloves have mysteriously disappeared. I was so grievously moved by this tragedy that I walked to work in the pouring rain this morning with no umbrella in protest. I've only had them a few weeks, and they cost a pretty penny, I can tell you. Of course, since arriving at work, the sun has been shining like a beacon of sheer coruscating irony through the useless and practically transparent blinds covering the windows in the office. I am not having a good day. Year end in the office continues at full pace, and the ever cheerful auditors may well have a field-day with some of the accounting being practiced around here at the moment. But hey, it's all fun. At least I'm not a qualified accountant, so I can't fry should it all go Pete Tong. I may struggle to survive the week. IB |
Copyright Insane Bartender 2004-01-06 9:21 a.m.