The reason i blog so much

No one talks to me at work, they're all boys, they chat about sport, gambling, girls and wanking and stuff!!

They chat to me on a Monday morning to listen to my beer swilling/shagging tales, then they go off me.....sob sob!!

I'm not bothered, they're all mental anyway.

David has just eaten the following for lunch;

1 boots Chicken fajita wrap
1 tray of sushi
3 packets of crisps
2 slices of dairylea on toast
1 mr kipling easter bun
1 mr kipling mini victoria sandwich cake
1 banana
AND a slim-a-soup

He's now strutting round the office singing "if the lady wants a baby, i'm the cock of the north".

Mentalists, the lot of them.

Work is just a means to an end. There are lots of worse jobs out there, the man who served me outside Boots, Leeds city centre, selling baked potatoes..i wouldn't want his job....ooh no!
I wouldn't want Marlos job, or Tina or Beths, dying people and pissy knickers.
I wouldn't want Sarah or Spugs job, poorly children and aggressive adults, who smear poo up walls.
I wouldn't want MJ or Matts job......Excel spreadsheets and hard work.
I wouldn't want Suggys job, drilling folks teeth and inflicting pain. (i'll have his pay packet though).
I wouldn't want Helens job, performing surgery and anesthetizing people (again i'll swap pay though).

God in fact i wouldn't want any of your jobs.....i'm staying here.

I wouldn't dare be you!