Predictable Work-Is-Boring Post #1

Monday's news from My Delightful New Office Job:

Guy who looks, sounds and acts like a cross between Principal Seymour Skinner and former Ulster Unionist leader David Trimble, got a very boring, very practical haircut.

Stereotypical American Lady lost her password.

Leggy Businesswoman photocopied something.

And Really Loud, Really Gay Guy made a really loud, really gay phone call.






That was yesterday's bumper crop of news. Unfortunately, nothing interesting happened today. If and when the novelty of fidgeting with my tie wears off, the reader will be the first to know.

Observations From a Night of Gigs

You always regret bringing a coat.

One rock chick is fascinating. Two are a pair of P.J. Harvey rip-offs.

You can't clap while you're drinking.

A lone hipster could be cool. Two hundred in the same room look like idiots.

You lose faith in your jokes the second time you have to repeat them.

Making eye contact once is good. Twice is communication. Three times without saying anything is creepy.

They should have a War on Other-People-Pushing-Up-To-The-Front.