Diary of a CyberChondriac

Kirk watched over us all day as we were doing our overtime. Hate is a strong word but it pretty much sums up my feelings for him. Mr Macdonald was in and he was whispering to Kirk and they kept looking over at me. I feel more paranoid than ever.

After lunch the Nazi came over to check on how much work I had done. I got into trouble for not securing a new order even though I explained that the company had not got back in touch despite me leaving several messages. He told me that was a poor excuse and that I should have used my initiative and sent a fax detailing our figures.

During my lunch hour I looked at the job ads but not much for an unqualified thirty four year old. If I had a degree I could secure a management role at Asda superstore. If I was black or disabled I would have been welcome at the Inland Revenue. Alas I am doomed to stay in this hideous job.

I decided to finish at three as could not take any more.

I went to the precinct and bought some nibbles for tonight and a bottle of schloer. Then went home, had a relaxing bath and got in to my pyjamas.

Rex rang to ask if Manda had forgiven him. I told him she was still in London and not due back until tomorrow. He said he would have done her extensions at half the price but I reminded him that Manda detests him right now.

Tracey came over but she didn’t drink to offer me moral support. Her date awful. Jim kept talking dirty. She said no matter what subject she was talking about, he would turn it around to sex. She said he was obviously a pervert . He talked to her chest all night and his chat up line was “Get your gums around my plums.” She texted her other friend from work with the message ‘code red’. Her friend then rang her and she pretended to Jim that there was an emergency at work and that she had to leave immediately.

She is going speed dating next week.

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