There are no pics! If there are, I will eat them. And the camera.
It was a stupid thing to be pulled up on. I simply wore a black skinny fit style t-shirt in one day. It has no hem at the bottom, so it rolls up. Leggings and skirt were rather low down as well, so I ended up showing rather a lot of my belly all day (although no more than some of the people in the office who meet clients all the time do) and it showed off some of my tattoos and piercings. Apparantly people take offence to that... but have no problem when I managed to pick up a "Danni filth is a cunt" t-shirt in error once, which I spent most of the day cringing in before I could nip out at lunch and buy a new top.
(stimpy, Tue 20 Oct 2009, 19:31, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Ah, the logic of management.

( Maladicta, Tue 20 Oct 2009, 19:41, Reply)

Never ceases to amuse!

(stimpy, Tue 20 Oct 2009, 19:47, Reply)

I especially like it when one manager says "do this and send it to the other manager"
and you do it and then the other manager says "stop that, you don't need to do it".
( Maladicta, Tue 20 Oct 2009, 19:49, Reply)

Sounds like a job for
managment consultancy. Mangers can be a bunch or right little unmanageable buggers if left unmanaged.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Tue 20 Oct 2009, 19:58, Reply)

A sheepdog would do the job well.
Round them all up and manage them. Or an Alsatian.
( Maladicta, Tue 20 Oct 2009, 19:59, Reply)

I'll set my rats on them
They have sharp claws...
(stimpy, Tue 20 Oct 2009, 20:02, Reply)

But they look so cute! And they wash their little noses with their little paws.
(I like anything small and cute; you will come to learn this.) I find it hard to believe domesticated rats are vicious!
( Maladicta, Tue 20 Oct 2009, 20:06, Reply)