Friday, 2 May 2003

Hump Day Gabby discovers the true meaning of Hump Day. Well, I can't say anything like that has ever happened to me :-( My only Hump-Day experience was a couple of years' back. I turned up at work about 7:30 and greeted Sarah who sat near me. Sarah is a sweetly pretty and demure young lady. The conversation was roughly as follows: Andrew: Morning Sarah: Morning. (smiles and announces) It's Hump Day today! Andrew: (thinking he heard it wrong) Eh? Sarah: Hump Day! Andrew: (sleep-deprived brain desperately struggling, thinks "I know she doesn't mean that, she can't mean that, but I have no idea what she does mean. Help!") Oh? Sarah: You know? Hump Day! Andrew looks confused. Sarah proceeds to explain. Andrew stops looking confused. 9:56:12 PM    comment []

Stay Outa My Way Bad karma day, the almost-inevitable result of a week filled with news of at least 3 family tragedies for friends and colleagues. I'm demotivated, miserable and grumpy as all hell. By some miracle I managed to restrain myself from smacking around the head any of the fat-arsed dunderheads who GOT IN MY WAY, the guy who pushed the lift (elevator) button with an oh-so-smart, little flourish WHEN IT WAS ALREADY PUSHED, myriad smokers puffing clouds of their stink ALL OVER ME... Anyone else? Take no prisoners. 9:33:37 PM    comment []