it's specifically the woman in my office who lives 5min drive away, strolls in at 8.45, turns computer on, makes herself cereal and spends next 20mins reading the Daily Mail website stuffing her face.
Actually with you on that particular form of in-office breakfast eating. I used to sit next to a guy who did just that - every day, he arrived late - breakfast in hand - and would spend the next half an hour stuffing his face and surfing the web
Not being able to get onto .org when I need to vent in this thread
Having perfect TV signal in the middle of nowhere, yet back in London - sometimes it's so bad, my television can't pick up a single channel. Last night, I had four (channels) - it was like being in the 90s again. Oh no wait, even though there were only four channels back then - there were decent programmes aplenty
Google. It's now sh**. 99% of its search results are fcuking blogs, showing me results of what I'm looking for - but that some blogger in Seattle got in their local car-boot, or that they liked and it sold out five years ago, or that the blogger got free but that actually costs one meeeeeelion dollars. And what's with this googleleads breadcrumb business, which results in endless back-button-hitting
fcuking blogs. 99% of the internet must be blogs. Point? So, today you wore an Alexander McQueen dress with a bright pink lipstick from YSL; or you decorated your wall with a paint called 'Angry Jellyfish'; or you like this pair of shoes from Louboutin. WHO CARES
The woman downstairs who keeps ringing me about nonsense. Should have listened to my gut instinct not to give her my number. Always listen to your gut people: always
Human Resources/in-house recruitment teams
Right, back to unpacking