It's Good To Be Back ... Or Maybe Not

As you can tell I was watching Jarhead last night. Mmm check out that body. Jakey Gyllenhaal how I worship thee. Especially when you look like a marine... the gay cowboy gig didn't do anything for me in that respect. Anyway I shall now get on with things.

First of all my holiday was fantastic. I got a great tan (unusual for me), did sweet FA except drink & laze about by the pool reading a book charting Johnny Depp's movie career. My only grievence was the lack of sleep I got thanks to my room mate whose name begins with another J so I'll have to call her JN. To save her embarrassment I'll say two words on the subject only - "The Exorcist", which has of course caused much amusement in the office today.

Also while I've been away the boys have had their theory test for their PCV licence. The one that did no revising passed and the one that worked his little tail off, failed. By one point. He was livid last week and is distraught this week, poor thing so he's been getting cuddles every few hours to cheer him up. Unless that was just a ploy to get up close and personal with me. Men are such devious bastards. Anyway he has a re-sit on 30 Jan, I think it is.

Another few things to happen in my absence are: the consultants report is back but it hasn't been circulated to us yet so fuck knows what it says. And JM one of our volunteer drivers has got a job & won't be seeing us anymore. This news has pleased R as I'm sure he thinks JM is a rival for my affection. It wasn't actually JM I was after but his mate so now you know folks.

However the only real thing I have to scream & shout about is working in a male dominated environment. They should just grow up. Its amazing how immature men are. I have had my very life tortured out of me all day for something that supposedly went on at a party on Saturday gone & the guys doing the torturing weren't even there so fuck knows what yarn they've been spun & by who but I'm quite sure what they claimed happened (four words: Big, Brother, Kinga, bottle) DID NOT happen. I should know, considering I was one of the party supposedly involved in this incident & I wasn't so drunk as to not remember anything because I was or indeed am sick of drinking after all the alcohol I had on my hols. And as R says "Even a comatose chav would've felt a Lambrini bottle up their ass". God I love R. He has such a way with words!

So no, guys, it didn't happen. Sorry to crush your little sordid fantasy but hey, that's life. I never knew I was surrounded by such depravity. Men.

Ciao for now x

TJ