Elaine

I've just found my dressing gown - which I left on my bed this morning - in Monty's bed in the study. He must have pulled it downstairs when I was at work, taken it to his bed and made a little nest in it. How sweet is that? (well, apart from the fact that my lovely white fluffy dressing gown is now covered in hair and smells decidedly doggy )

Not read back either, but I'm a bit I've got a job interview next week for the police job I want

I think the office manager is definitely peculiar. She was standing talking to the 18 year old guy that's working there over the summer, and she suddenly put her hands down the front of her trousers and looked to be twanging her hands in and out the top of her pants One of the other girls looked at me, we both looked at her and then both got a huge fit of the giggles. I had to make an escape to the sales office. Honestly, this woman doesn't seem to have any social awareness whatsoever. Who the hell does that?

I've just spent nearly two hours on the phone to the girl (woman) whose job I took over. We're having another night out on Friday, and as she only lives 5 minutes down the road from me, we're going to share a taxi home I fink I've made a noo friend Also been chatting to a rather cute mechanic on POF. He's too far away though, but he's as unpolitically correct as me

I am knackered. I have so much work to do Only nipped home to collect the dogs, then I've to go to Ro's fathers house to try and fix a computer programme that won't run. I'm tired and I'm hungry. But on the plus side, I managed to eat an entire bag of Jelly Babies AND a bag of Minstrels without the Office Manager copping on and mooching

Michelle, so sorry Issie didn't pull through She knew she was loved and you gave her a fitting goodbye

Brill news, Terri Work gets odder by the day. I knew the office manager and finance director were in cahoots, and now I found out why. Office manager asked me today if I'd consider staying on longer, but not through the agency I'm through. They want me to be contracted directly to them. I asked what the rate would be and she said that they might be able to match the agency rate. I doubt it She told me that there isn't going to be a sales administrator anymore, but that everyone was going to do a bit. I know for a fact that won't work. You need to know exactly which stage of processing each contract is at, and if you've got other people in the mix, it'll all go to complete shyte.

That's the job application in - for a job I'd really like. I want to get into the support staff of the police, have aimed high and missed, now aiming lower just to get my foot in the door and show what I can do. My manager just now is happy to give me a good reference, so hopefully being in work will help. It's based in the next big village down from me, 30 hours a week. Pay's not fantastic but I don't care - just want the opportunity to get in there. Should really go to bed now

He's not - and I am too - going to make a cup of tea, that is I don't want someone who's hard work, or who thinks they're deep and philosophical with an amazing insight into life. Why do we have to understand everything? Sheesh, been there, done that with the deep and mysterious. It's too tiring. I want someone who makes me laugh, not someone who wants to 'educate' me. His idea of listening is shooting down your opinion and replacing it with his own I'm absolutely unbothered by it as I didn't even fancy the bloke

I get really prickly when people dare to assume they know what makes me 'me'. If I had no natural responses, only conditioned ones, then frankly, I'd be dead. I'd have done away with myself many years ago. As it is, I had a resilience, a stubbornness - that wasn't 'taught' to me. It wasn't learned from anyone. It was just 'there'. Therefore it's natural, yes? According to him, it's not. It's learned. Who the feck did I learn it from when I was out there on my own emotionally? Answers on a postcard...... I'm really really pissed off now. Take your fecking assumptions and shove them up your poohole

He seems to think he has some superior outlook on what makes relationships work. He's arguing that NOTHING in our reactions is 'natural' and that everything's conditioned. Therefore removing all the spontaneity and free will out of us. I've just told him to go away because I need to finish this job application and I ain't having some pointless debate about feck only knows what. And does he take the hint? No. He says "Okay, we better talk about this in person". FFS. ARE ALL MEN FECKING STUPID?????

The guy I went on a date with on Sunday is turning out to be a complete fecking arsehole.

My electricity bills are the stuff nightmares are made of. Petrol I'm not noticing as much because my commute to work is much shorter. About £40 a week on petrol does me. If I were working in Aberdeen, it would be double that. I have no idea how I'm going to cope in winter. My house is freezing when the temperature drops.

I have worked very hard today. I'm pooped. I don't know if I like what's going on there just now. Waaaay too much politics and little alliances being formed - it's urgh. Office Manager has backing of Finance Director so she's now up her own @rse (and it's a considerable @rse to be up, quite frankly). They're plotting against Admin Manager. Admin Manager is a strong supporter of me but she's off on holiday till next month, Office Manager doesn't like me (wouldn't be because she's shyte at her job and I'm...welll.....not). It's all pathetic. On the good side, I managed to eat an ENTIRE bar of Lindt chocolate at my desk without the heifer-beast spotting me and descending on it like a slavering.....heifer-beast. She drools like a dawg at the merest snifter of chocolate, so I was rather proud of myself. I'm not sharing with her <said in the voice of a petulant child>

Monty probably has eaten something - just not sure what He has NO baldy bits at all now though. Even his nose is all velvety and luffly (apart from the bit that's not supposed to be velvety and luffly ). I think my stomach has settled enough after cleaning up the 'deposit' to be able to contemplate getting tea on the go. We're having a biiiiig salad tonight Mindy, he's gorgeous. I'm sure it won't be long before he gets the sparkle back in his eyes.

Congrats on the job, Laura I came home to big puddle of runny poo in the kitchen. Poor Monty. And poor Ro and me as the smell hit us I've thrown up now Us girlies stood our ground against the Office Manager and told her where WE wanted to go eat on our night out. She had no choice but to back down. She didn't speak to me for the rest of the afternoon though Didn't even bother saying goodbye when I said I was going home Silly bint.

I've got my first since I came off Depo in January. I'd forgotten how fecking awful they are Hope you feel better Right, back to work to do battle. One of the temps is leaving in two weeks. She's been there longer than I have and is lovely. Office Manager (aka walrus-donkey-heifer mutation thing) has *told* us that she's booking a table at a pub which just happens to be a mere 5 minutes from her house - and a good 15 minute walk from the rest of the bars and restaurants in the same 'village'. It might have been polite to ask the-person-leaving where SHE wanted to go to eat, given that there's a choice of Indian, Italian, Chinese and French in the same village Heifer-beast is only staying for the meal, so it's all jolly convenient for her. However, the rest of us want to eat somewhere more central so she's going to throw a big old hissy fit when we tell her

Today I shall mostly be muttering "The Office Manager is a loud, obnoxious, incompetent, selfish heifer who drools like a dawg at the merest mention of any foodstuff whatsoever". I really don't like her. If I get through the next two weeks without throwing something at her, it'll be a major miracle.

Morning. I was woken at 2.45am by the phone ringing, only I didn't know it was that that woke me. In my dream, an alarm was going off I lay in bed for 10 minutes before it sunk in that the alarm was really the phone It was a number I didn't recognise Work should be fun today. Wonder what I could wind the walrus up with today

Today I have mostly been sniggering at the office manager. She had to write to someone in response to a complaint. She gave it to L (other temp) to read/edit. L then gave it to me. I basically rewrote it because it was utter shyte. I gave it back to office manager and she said "Yes, that's fine" - as if I was doing something she'd told me to? Umm no - I was correcting your appalling writing, actually. She then asked me how she should respond to the fact that the complainant wanted a freebie week. I asked her who could authorise freebies, she said "Managing Director". I said "Well, put that you've referred the matter to senior management". She snapped back "Actually, I'M senior management". I smiled sweetly and said "Well, write your own emails then" We have Hilton head honchos coming over from the States today and she's running around like a headless chicken (like they're going to spend more than 30 seconds in our office ). She realised she didn't have the "2008 Objectives" for the 'team' up. Of the six, I came up with 5 - and each and everyone of them was meaningless office-stylee psychobabble. She took them seriously She didn't have a clue what the words I used meant (she even had to ask how to spell them), but thought it sounded good. She's going to look a complete tit if anyone asks her to explain them (and not only because they're just bullsh*t). I thought she would realise I was taking the piss.....but no......I had to go to the stationary cupboard because I got a fit of the giggles

TA is what I'm doing with my luffly therapist. I think it's great - for me, anyway

I would look for another job first too. Must admit, it sounds bloody awful I thought I had it bad with no internet access, but at £10 an hour and the freedom to take long lunches to see to the dogs etc, I've got it made. I wouldn't be keen on a lodger, but I value my privacy too much. This is *my* house

As another 'I'll change my life if it kills me' person, I have heard a little bit about it. I don't know enough to comment properly, but I do know that now I've adopted a more positive approach, or at the very least more laid back, people do respond to me differently - more positively, in fact It's easy to put subconscious barriers up, it's less easy to take them down. That probably doesn't help one jot I guess I kind of agree with the theory. I smile at people, they smile back. I'm approachable, they approach. Okay, maybe I don't really want them to, but the thought's there

Hello. I am home for lunch and have just had the most yummy sandwich. Chicken, tomato mayo, spinach, red pepper pesto and basil on tomato bread. It was luffly. Now I want a sweetie and I don't have any Work has been interesting. I told Admin Manager straight that the Office Manager has the social grace of a walrus, she irritates me, she screwed up the leaving do on Friday and it was disgusting the way that the girl who was leaving was treated. She snorted loudly when I made the walrus remark It's true though. The woman drives me insane. Anyway, the Admin Manager goes on holiday for 2 weeks on Wednesday and is giving me a key for her office so I can use it and be left in peace Filled the girls in on my date, and watched the new 18 year old guy (son of one of the bosses) get all flustered and embarrassed when he had to answer the phone for the first time. He's cute - but so very very young