Well, it was bound to happen and it cheers me up no end. Someone in the office has made an official complaint against me. I do not know the nature of this complaint or who has made it. However, I certainly have my suspicions.
There is a certain young female in the office that has made it clear that she really does not like me. Let’s call her Laura, for no better reason than that is her name. I really do not care what she thinks about me; after all I am far more talented and sexy than she will ever be. I am constantly offended by her acute immaturity, gross stupidity, conceitedness and grotesque smugness.
It is just another example of the bizarre nature of office environments. I increasingly feel isolated and frustrated with paranoia and boredom. Why waste life doing something that is frankly ridiculous whilst being surrounded by people you detest?
Please do not think I am moaning, that is not the point. I can see the ridiculousness of my predicament and will positively act to change it. There is a reversal of attitude in Nelson. I do not care about my job anymore; I am just biding my time to save a little money and move on. Soon I will be in New York, or Paris, or Milan, not a stinking basement in Southwark.
Oh, and I have no idea what sporting event was being shown in The Hayfield at 2am but it lead to two hours of blokes chanting, women screaming and cars honking. Was it the Super Bowl? Noise pollution of the highest order.
Still, who needs rest? I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
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Rock’n'Roll!
Don’t sound like my rock ‘n’ roll.
No, true; your rock’n'roll sounds decidedly noisy.
Rock ‘n’ roll should be noisy. So loud it makes your ears bleed and teeth shatter.