Bloody Useless

I have been ill. Struck down in my prime. I had to have 3 days off! That's practically unheard of for somebody as awesomely healthy as me.

But anyway, I'm not one to complain! Get this.

In my absence, my boss had to do One Thing. Pick up some contracts and mail them to a well-known address.

Because I wasn't there, the receptionist was on leave, and the executive assistant was also on leave, he waited for a day, flew to Christchurch with the contracts, and asked the receptionist from our Christchurch office to mail them. How LAME is that???

I'm a bit Feral Without Supervision

Picture, if you will. Moi. Dirty hair piled high on my head, clips keeping in the strands attempting escape. Pajamas on. Butt nestled securely into the farthest corner of the couch, TV on, laptop open, book on the shelf awaiting its turn.

I’m eating my second chocolate pudding, and letting Ned lick scraps off my spoon.

I love being on holiday.