2002-12-16

Ooooooooomaaaa

I am usually such a girly swot at work that I would never dream of using work time or computers to update here. BUt the fact of the matter is - I am bored shitless. Beyond the shit. Into a shit free zone.

Christmas has to be the most onerous time of the work year as I find myself snowed under with a whole heap of semi-useless crap that is merely designed to entertain the working gal's mind until such time as the big holiday bell rings and I get to run home for two weeks of blissful relax. The little things that need tweaking, the word files that need archiving, the fricken fabrics that need cataloguing (in this job only, mind you - I've never had to do a fabric stocktake before.) Big bad YAWN. The best thing about this time of year is the endless parade of fattening foodstuffs that co-workers delight in providing for 'morning tea' (another sadly missed institution that survives here at the fabric store only because 50% of our employees are over forty and can't make it through three hours of work without a cuppa). Today was pannetone, a kinda sweet and fruity Italian bread-cake-dessert thingy. Now I have to say that i usually don't mind dishing out the bucks for good food of any variety, but when I asked how much a pannetone costs and the reply came back as "Fourteen Dollars" I kinda questioned why some mixed peel and a funny shaped bread thing deserved to cost more than my most favourite body lotion. And hence I have spent the last half a day being grumpy at the commercialism of Christmas, where even a simple bread-cake thingy can command a larger than usual slice of one's weekly wage.

Humphm. Scrooge Jujitsu is in the house.

In other news it is now a record 7 weeks that the fiance and I have not rubbed uglies, and so I have begun to search for random men to fuck. I can't actually like them too much cause that would really be cheating, so I just have to find their looks not too disturbing and their conversation not too irksome and boring. Oh and they probably have to want to go to bed with me too... at the their place... with no parents hanging in the next room... and no sleazy motels... and possibly without asking me for a head job to "get them started". As much as I love to suck cock it can be become dull when that is all one does. And repeating sad behaviour is not on my agenda in this quest for a random fuck. Goddam it, I don't want to love you, I just want to get laid!

Hmmmphm. Bet all men of interest are currently sitting on couches snuggled up to their gf's, watching "The Santa Clause" and planning wonderful holiday escapes from the city. Either that, or they are so disheartened by the festive season that they have battened themselves into their shoddy little apartments and are refusing to come out until New Year's Eve, or possibly February. Or... they may be sitting in a cafe somewhere, wondering if they can find a random fuck to cheer up their dilapidated love lives. Maybe the cafe across the road... I wonder if my boss will mind if I take some of this crap psuedo work over to the caff? I wonder if I can claim the coffees I drink there on tax because I am technically at work?

I think I am still thinking a bit too much.

bitch - moan