Wednesday, 9 December 2009
Fishy, phobias and I must get revenge
Simon and I have been covering the office in tinsel. Rob has been covering himself in mistletoe. Fishy is looking at us like we just escaped an asylum. And Jamie is sick. He called in today sounding like death.... nooo.
Fishy is ... interesting. He and Ethan seem to be getting on well. Ted is bustling with pride that some one would be willing to work with him after enduring a two hour interview. I feel this may speak volumes about the current job market. After a morning of hard work Rob is restless and has been picking on me about everything.
"Hey can you come over here?" He calls
I sigh, Rob has literally covered his desk in mistletoe.
"I don't think it is safe." I say.
"He grins, "I took the bunch out of my trousers."
"Yes you did." I say "And we all saw the crabs scuttling away on your desk."
Simon laughs and we give each other slightly awkward smiles.
Rob wanders off clearly annoyed at not being the centre of attention and Fishy gives me and Simon a weird look.
"Is he coming back?" Fishy asks after a few minutes, "He is supposed to be training me."
He's probably toilet" Simon says and we both laugh again.
When Rob returns I say "Were you wanking in the toilet again Rob? We talked about that before."
He laughs and comes over to my desk putting his arms around me so his hands rest on the desk surface.
"You know you'll be lost without me."
"Yes but the men will have to use less air fresher." I retort.
Rob laughs and goes back to his desk and I go to type
And notice a the huge spider he has left my desk..
Which is moving towards me
THERE IS A SPIDER ON MY DESK!
I back out of my chair screaming and Rob virtually wets himself laughing.
Fishy joins in the laughter and Ethan seems to be torn between laughing and disapproving.
I refuse to go back to my desk until Ethan has taken the spider outside (I won't let him kill it)
Simon gives me a hig and and helps me shift through all the papers to prove the desk is safe now.
"Sorry I didn't get rid of the spider for you" he whispers. "But I can't stand the things.
Unfortunately for Rob I am his secret Santa. At the party he will pay.....