Divine Punishment

I can only assume the non American has got a job as he didn't show in nor phone again today. Whatever happened to manner people. Having said that his placement officer seemed surprised when I told him the non American wasn't in & even if we didn't know fi he'd got a job or not you'd expect the benefits scheme to know... wouldn't you?!?!

As usual when we are semi staffed the phones were quiet. I work with a right Irish bunsh; they skive off through the week then come in on a Friday! Surely it should be the other way round. Anyway all the bits of equipment that are supposed to make our lives easier went wrong. The photocopier jammed & as its in the most ackward position imaginable it took us a while to figure out how to move it far enough to enable me to squeeze my small hand into its innards to retrieve the offending bit of paper. I always get nominated for these potentially dangerous jobs.

Two printers packed in full stop & another's photocopy functions doesn't work, the fax machine has decided to start & print out half a fax (either the top bit or the bottom bit) so to pass the time we took 50p bets every time it sprung into life which half of the document would be missing - all I'm saying is, I'm sticking to horses! Hell even the telephone's were hit & miss with the lines going quiet or crackling or sounding as though you are on a mobile with bad reception.

The guys are unanimous in their decidion that it's my fault. When I asked how they'd figured that out, B told me ever since I dismissed God so flippantly the fortnight from hell started. I point out a God wouldn't be that unjust & cruel but he said of course he would, God is vengeful & having tried the nice approach to get me to acknowledge him but failed, he's trying to bring me to my knees (literally) in a more unpleasant way. I said all he had to do to get me on my knees is to ply me with drink, which raised a knowing laugh from everyone but B who takes these matters seriously. Ok I admit he is right & I may well have been open to the idea of there being a God till I was told that my beliefs 16 years in the making are completely wrong. I don't react well to being told I'm wrong especially over issues that are important to me so any progress I'd made instantly evaporated.

To keep certain people happy & in the vain hope I don't have to repeat them a million times tomorrow, & even though I know that nothing worse than the fourth/fifth favourite will win, here are my selections for Leger day:- 2.10 Maze 2.40 Judd Street 3.15 Lucarno 3.50 Wake Up Maggie 4.20 Spitfire 4.55 Classic Punch 5.30 The Illies

I had two jokes for you as well but I've forgotten them. They weren't very good so it's no great loss! Ciao for now

TJ

D'ville:- I don't respond to begging. By the same token as the founding stallys bit I was pndering doing a piece on how the likes of the Classics got their names but I don't know if anyone gives a fuck. Let me know what you think.