apaisleybigfoot

New directive at work.

Because the offices at Cathcart have marble stairs and because people keep falling/slipping/tumbling down them, there is a new policy regarding footwear.

Footwear must ALWAYS have good grips on the soles, no toes should be on display and they must be securely fastened.

Anyone NOT adhering to this is given a suitable warning and any further infractions are dealt by sending you home and docking you a day's wage.

It doesn't bother me as I encase my feet in Doc Marten's finest, but I'm concerned that they'll start sending people 'round to the flat to dress me in the morning.

It is what it says.

We have a list of ways we have to act @ work in order to rate as "effective" for your appraisal.

Boo to that, I say.

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That you have the most beautiful face?
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That we're floating in space?
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That happiness makes you cry?
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That everyone you know someday must die?

It's morose mood for a Wednesday, but there's two days to the weekend and everything to play for.

I can't really believe I actually signed up for another bloomin' blog.

I already spread what little I have to say over at JediMoose and Desert of Zin.

What an internet whore.