Jae: Volume 3, Issue 13

New job. New laughs. I won't say much as I don't tend to right about the place I'm currently working for... for obvious reasons... but I will say this:

My chair was built for a child.
The other people in my office (for which read the whole company, for which read 3 other people) don't do any work and appear to be doing this all as a hobby.
I got away hours early as the boss needed to close the office and go to Bristol.
I work two seconds away from a comic shop.

That is all.

Oh yes and I was brutally attacked licked to death by a giant Great Dane on the way into work. I want a Great Dane, they remind me of an over excited pony. I want one so much. And a cat. And a tortoise (I love tortoises!). AND another cat. Etc. etc. etc.

And some old man stopped me in the street and said "6'4"?" to me. Not even a hello or good morning. What is it with people who stop me in the street and their general lack of proportion (and lack of manners)??? 6'8" is somewhat different to 6'4". Idiots.