There has to...

There has to be a limit to the number of times I can stagger in for 9am and work straight through til 7pm, knackered out of my wits, doesn't there?

I am...

I am now party to the recycling facilities in every single one of the 22 unitary authorities in Wales.Aren't I the lucky one!I bet everyone out there is really envious of me.Seriously though, despite having spent all day trying to cut through the bureaucracy of council telephone systems, I actually feel very accomplished. I bet that's the first time anyone's actually done a round up of all the different councils. I have shown INITIATIVE which is what they're always banging on about at work, so I feel pleased.Hard work though, but recycling officers seem to be nicer people to talk to than press officers. Funny that.

I am su...

I am such an evil woman. I don't know quite how it happened, but I've found myself running an office book...on whether the office fundamentalist christian will finally lose her virginity to her boyfriend over her two week holiday abroad.I feel soooooooo mean. But she's not exactly quiet or subtle about it, and really has set her sexlife up as a topic of conversation.And we aren't going to keep the money - when she gets back and reveals all (because she will - she's that open about it), the person who picked the nearest date will take the money and buy cakes at the bakers for everyone.But I still feel like I'm being evil.

Hmmmmmm...

Hmmmmmm. Strange lunchtime for moods. Spent part of it giggling my head off at a column a mate of mine has written (he's a real find - wish I could write like that sometimes), feeling really sad because a friend's dad has been hospitalised and he's obviously really down about it (anyone out there with the means, light a candle and send a few positive thoughts his way this evening), and then spent the rest of the time emailing my friend's herbalist in the hope that she might be able to treat me. "Diagnose-your-own-dermatology" just isn't cutting it anymore, and I'm blowed if I'm going to either wait over a year to see a specialist or pay 80 quid plus to go private. So it's time to hit the buggers with the hard stuff - complimentary medicine!It'll probably do my whole wellbeing good in the long run, but I'm terrified I'm going to be told to give up alcohol, cheese and/or bread. Screw that for a game of soldiers! But on the plus side if I go there's probably more chance that I'll get Nick through the door too.