Stupid air-con not working again
I wish my boss was a bit more like David Brent. My old one was kinda like him because he laughed at his own jokes, but he had a drug habit and a penchant for Indonesian boys. I sit next to this loud lady at the moment. Her workstation is adorned with wooden elephant figurines, a stress ball shaped like a piece of turd and a plant growing out of a tea pot. Another woman in her 40s looks like she's walking around in nothing but an oversized jumper. She used to wear a purple shower cap to work but I guess that's out of fashion now. One day she asked me to come over to her desk, and under all this work related stuff in her filing cabinet, she showed me her stash of oriental porn. I haven't really talked to her much after that.



