Monday, October 08, 2007

Plans for this hour: 2.30 - 3.30

Groceries. Which, alas, means putting on clothes and leaving the house. Damn.


Also, eight times between 9.08am and 2.03pm and no comments? You don't seem to understand that I need something to do!

6 comments:

DS said...

Dear Nailpolish Blues,

Please urgently moderate this comment. It is very important and you should dedicate some time to it. After that you might like to comment on the excellent blog Dale Slamma ;)

Shelley said...

Oh good god, I've ignored you for twenty minutes! I plead mitigating circumstances [being Away From The Internet] and pray that you will accept my most humble apologies!

Shall comment poste haste and hope that I do not sound like an ass [either kind, I am not a fussy girl].

TimT said...

If it is me, then I think it might be counting the refreshes.

Does it record this visit? Time here, 3.31.

Shelley said...

Did I accuse, Timmy? No. I may have assumed though...

3:31:26 - shall we take that as you then..?

I think I want your job.

TimT said...

Only if you're willing to do battle with these ergonomically bizarre chairs (they're like a torture implement designed for the Spanish inquisition) for eight hours every day. With half an hour lunch break. And no morning tea. Or afternoon tea.

Shelley said...

Do you get yelled at and sworn at with disturbing frequency by over over-eductated and astonishingly immature individuals who expect for you to be, simultaneously, a complete fucking idiot who can barely read, psychic, and an expert in all fields of medicine? Does your manager's manager come and stand behind you [and everyone else in then turn] for no reason other than to make sure that you aren't doing anything naughty like using the internet [which you've long since been denied access to] or breathing more than the specified amount per minute [that air-conditioning costs, you know, stop breathing so much] or using your pens too much?
I only get a 45 minute lunch break anyway. And they moniter my every move with what would be a truly elegant computer system if it wasn't an evil and my sworn enemy.