'Work'

I'm at work. Its now just after half 11 and I have finished everything I have to do. Some days I run out of things to Google. The other day I sneakily listened to the radio and read a book. I keep inventing spreadsheets and forms to fill out for entertainment - 'oooh what colour will I make this one?"

I could be at home decorating or something.

Mice

It was bad enough reading in the paper this morning that office keyboards are dirtier than bog seats but we just had this email sent round:

"We found a dead mouse behind the bottom cupboard with the plates in this morning – the pest control man is here right now and checking the other kitchen cupboards as there is a ferocious smell in the kitchen! Could you warn all of your staff who lunch down here that they should take their plates from our top cupboard near the window. Obviously we will be putting all the crockery in the dishwasher this morning – I’d give the plates a rinse before using anyway – just to be on the safe side!"


What??? "Obviously we will be putting all the crockery in the dishwasher this morning" Don't the dishes usually get washed? I've never been in the kitchen here and have no intention of ever setting foot in it.

I'm not surprised we have mice here. Its disgusting. There are cake crumbs all over the place and George, who sometimes works all night and sleeps here (because people being in the office distract him - WTF?), leaves nuts, tinned fish and other mouse tidbits around.

Thank God we are moving office in two months.

Confused? Yes I was totally disorientated!

Yesterday afternoon I met up with Andrew. We were only out for a couple of hours and after 2 glasses of wine we both went home. I had been feeling a bit lurgy-ish all week and didn't want to stay out late as I still felt slightly not 100%.

So by about 6/7pm I was back at home. I had something to eat (some v. nice shepherd's pie I made on Saturday) and settled down on the sofa for a brief nap.

I woke up with a start, it was light outside and my clock said it was 7.50! Bloody hell! I jumped up, turned on the radio, made some tea and ran the bath. Then I started feeling very ropey so I thought I'd go back to bed for half an hour and have to be a bit late for work.

P phoned and asked if I had had a nice afternoon. I said yes but I was feeling a bit ill, was still in bed and was thinking about calling in sick.

P then proceeded to inform me that it was actually 7.50 pm on Sunday night! I hadn't slept in at all! In fact I'd probably only been asleep for about 40 minutes.

That explained why the usual breakfast show presenters weren't on. I was completely disorientated! So after P managed to persuade me that it was in fact still Sunday I had some tea and went back to bed.

She sent me a text first thing this morning to confirm that it was now Monday.

So glad I didn't rush out of the house and go to work last night!

How Do I Find Companies Like These?

My boss has just brought her dog back from having a shampoo & set and a haircut. He is very excited because she has bought him a new toy. Its a squeaky duck. It is also bigger than he is (but he's only a little dog). It sounds a bit like one of those whistles Elmer Fudd uses when he is out hunting.

So its all 'woofs' and 'quacks' from the other side of the office today.

Its only slightly different to my other job where one of the staff has tourettes syndrome and makes yelping/peacock-type-noises.

You have to get up very early in the morning to find places as weird to work as I have.

A Voice for Radio? I think not

This morning Sock Monkey was invited onto BBC London 94.9 to talk about the film 'The Ghost Train'.

The presenters had asked listeners to 'phone in and nominate their favourite old British film and I called in to nominate this one. But Sock Monkey was en route to work when they called back and was going to be going in and out of tunnels so would have been cut off.

Thankfully.

Books in a bookcase and not all over the floor? What a good idea!!

This little beauty is being delivered to Sock Monkey Mansions tomorrow morning. Look it's a bloody expensive bookcase!

Actually it is really gorgeous, and the handles on the drawers are a nice detail. However, I am not entirely certain I can fit all my books in it as I have approximately 10 million of them. It is an occupational hazard what with working in publishing. It seems inevitable that some books will find a new home in my local charity shop.

I do hope they arrive before 12.30 as P is taking me to see the Lion King in the afternoon. Now, its not the usual thing I would go to see, but I've seen it before and its fantastic!

Then, if we can be bothered we may take a little trip to a club: 'How Does it Feel to be Loved?'. www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk/ They play all '60's girl groups, The Smiths, Belle and Sebastian and stuff like that. Its good fun. I can do some of my best Sock Monkey dancing there.

Sunday I'll be up to my neck in books and probably making my flat more untidy than it is now.

Seven Deadly Sins

Sock Monkey and Sam are off to see this tomorrow night.

http://www.sohotheatre.com/pl1475.html

Now I like The Tiger Lillies and loved the music they did for Shockheaded Peter so I was quite looking forward to their new show. However, I don't think Lyn Gardner from The Guardian enjoyed it very much:

"The title is only two-thirds right. This theatrical cabaret from cult band The Tiger Lillies is indeed deadly, but it commits considerably more than seven sins against theatre and the intelligence of its audience...

"The show limps on for 90 minutes that feel like an eternity, during which time I was guilty of suffering from the sin of envy, bitterly resentful of all those lucky enough never having to endure this puerile farce of an entertainment."

So great! She gives it one star though...