I came home from work tonight and told my wife that I've been given a promotion at work which means I get my own office and I get to employ my own private secretary. "Well, you'd better hire someone who's a bit old, fat and ugly," she said, "I don't want you choosing someone who you're going to fancy." "That's fair enough," I replied, "When can you start?"
Today I discovered that I am carrying a lot of rage around with me. No idea why, what have I got to complain about? Plus, an eleven hour day spent trying to roll out ten workstations. It was like it was my first day on the job only it was in the middle of my career. Odd.
Well, that's it then - My wife packed her bags today and left, blaming it on my fetish with pasta. At the moment, I'm feeling cannelloni
Flat it back with 1200 wet & dry - lacquer then straight in the oven @ 80 degrees for an hour, but don't drop anything
a wee bit of a hangover today, came in late. gonna leave early. good being the gaffer sometimes.:smile: