Hiding the crazy...poorly

Have you ever had one of those days at work when you wish war would break out? Wednesday I found myself praying that one of the local shrubbery would stand up to reveal that it was a guerilla sniper and promptly shoot me in the head. Oooh I was waiting all day for the snipers' sweet release. Even if they decided to take me hostage and make me into a POW, it would mean that I get to spend all day in a trench topped with bamboo instead of answering phones. Even if they made me go on the phones in said trench I could try to persuade the customers to call for help. I win either way really.

To tell the truth I think this whole week has messed with my head. If it's not one thing it's another. An intense sense of paranoia didn't help matters....but then you're not paranoid if they're all against you, as the saying goes. But who's to tell?

Then there was that incident during one of my breaks. I got double beeped. It's practically unheard of, a double beep. By all logic you should get a single beep and that's it. It should be impossible to get a second. But there I was getting two for the price of one. Marvellous.....after reading that I can see how this paragraph may be misconstrued. Let me assure you that it has no rude connotations whatsoever. But a double beep? Wow.

It's a good job I finished at the time I did on Wednesday really. The whole thing had me bouncing up and down in my seat whilst singing "Fire" by Jimmy Hendrix. Great song, but unfortunate situation. Lordy lordy. Whats a half dead chimp of the underworld to do? Roll on the weekend.