Friday, 30 March 2012

Irky Worky

In the last hour I've had an irking time:

Someone said 'LOL' to me - it's like canned laughter, I know you didn't find it funny.
I heard the word queef. I wanted to vomit.
A homeless chappy asked me for a cigarette, then chastised me for my point blank 'no'.
I forgot my phone this morning and so asked someone the time, he told me to piss off. Like I was going to steal his fake Rolex.
On answering the phone, I was called Vicky. Which came out more Vick-eh.
I admitted to a partner of the firm that I was internet dating. Any office cred I had, has evaporated.

Week-end. End.

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