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10 April Oh the hardship of being me!Seriously, you people don’t realise how hard it is sometimes. There I was, round a really important job this morning trying to get it sorted out. It was all going well but I had to find the lady of the house (yeah its THAT big a house I couldn’t find her) so I had to ask the cleaning lady. So I followed the noise of the vacuum cleaner til I found her a nice young, polite, shorthaired blond lady who has a killer smile (I don’t usually go for blonds but I am a sucker for a nice smile). I asked her where the lady of the house was, she told me “oh she’ll be in her office”, to which I had to reply “and where’s that?”
That’s when my problem started!!! Duh-duh-duuuuuh! (how that for suspense?!)
It happens so often its untrue, she smiled and started talking, but was I listening? Noooo, why? Because I was thinking “quick think of something funny to say just as you walk off so she’ll remember you!” success on the line, she giggled, yay me, but did I know where I was going?
HELL NO!
See how hard my life is? You people just don’t understand, anyways after I got a handy phone call (I now have an excuse if she says I couldn’t follow directions, not that I'll ever see her again) I eventually found the lady of the house and got everything sorted. Even bumped back into the cleaning lady who flashed me that killer smile, made me wonder if the laugh was real or polite, but by the time I had worked out it was real I was back here in the office wondering if I should of not just been a silly flirt an actually asked her out. Oh it’s a tale of woe I tell!
Talking of which, I went to a folk gig t'other day, ooo folk music! Was me first real taste of folk music that I didn't just flick off or ignore because it was in the background and i enjoyed it! Blimey! Was a good day all round really, apart from... THE CHAIRS! EEP! Yes, the chairs at the Mick Jagger hall were unused reminants from the spanish inquisition, left unused due to them being SO cruel. I did wonder why they called it the Mick Jagger hall, turns out that after sittin on those chairs for a while your arse looks as bad as his face! I was probably the only one in the hall who didnt want the band to do an encore, not cause I hated it or was just bored, but to save my poor sore arse!
Anyways, I've got work to do and phone calls to ingore! err I mean make, lalala Comments (1)
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