StandardDate: 20 Feb_A 00000051
The local donut shop says they won't deliver here any more after the spitting incident.
StandardDate: 19 Feb_A 00000051
Caught Rodney duct-taping a live pig into Ken's sports car. On a happier note, the cowels arrived
today for senior staff. Ken has ordered a pink latex one with ears.
StandardDate: 17 Feb_A 00000051
Been reading this great romantic novel about this woman who keeps waking up in the arms of historic characters.
She's got this fabulous heaving busom which causes her flimsy blouse to fall open. So far, she's woken up in the
arms of Cyrano De Bergerac, Napolean Bonapart, Julius Cesear, Abraham Lincoln, General Custer and Lemmy from Motorhead.
I tried heaving my busom once with an old flame, but we only got it as far as the end of the garden.
StandardDate: 14 Feb_A 00000051
Spent my lunch hour in the veg department looking for a turnip shaped like a thingy.
StandardDate: 14 Feb_A 00000051
Still can't quite believe that oprah.com emailed me a series of articles on bowel movements, at least that's
what the I.T. guy says happened. The titles are pretty bad ... "Get Moving with Oprah" and "Pound on the Piles", but
the pictures that come with them are beyond the pale.
StandardDate: 12 Feb_A 00000051
Just got an office wide memo emailed from Ken asking all staff to bury their coffee cups in "annointed soup"
whatever that means. These new edicts are going to cost a fortune because we all have our own ceramic mugs.
StandardDate: 10 Feb_A 00000051
Checked the free diary we got from the Watchtower Society. I think the printers must have something
against them since apparently today is "Mad Piccolo Refurbishment Thursday", when in fact today is Monday.
StandardDate: 009.6 Feb_A 00000051
Finally found out the cute guy in Research Team A is called Hrall because he comes from Norway or Sweden
or somewhere. It certainly goes with his chisled features, piercing blue eyes and cropped blond hair. I tried
calling him all cool and casual on the phone, but I choked on a piece of muffin and his name came out sounding like I was
trying to swallow my own snot from the outside. He must have recognised me because now every time he passes my desk
he holds a handkerchief over his face.