Category Archives: The Curse of the Drinking Classes

The Rules of Engagement

Miss U, a girl I work with, is soon to undergo an arranged marriage. Although I don’t necessarily agree with this method of coupling, I do understand that she has been brought up to expect this and that for her, … Continue reading

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Random Work Irritations #10

An example of the truly scintillating nuggets of conversation my bloody work colleague KKK is capable of coming out with: KKK: I ate a Toffee Crisp on Sunday. ME:(cocking imaginary shotgun)Oh yes? KKK: Hmmm. Long, long pause. KKK: I haven’t had … Continue reading

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Gotta Love a ‘So There’ Moment

The other day at work, we were discussing Miss U’s upcoming arranged marriage (she’s a Muslim) – more of which we will talk about another time. During the conversation, one of the doctors, let’s call her Dr Snobbish, remarked: DR S: … Continue reading

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Martyr Shit

KC, my bubbly work colleague, has been off for three weeks after having her appendix taken out. I’ve never had major surgery (or even minor surgery – the last time I was in hospital, I was being born) so I don’t know … Continue reading

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My Inner Model

I got the best news today. At work, my colleague told me she had a proposition. Already, I was slightly curious but also wary that she was going to ask me to cover a shift in Reception. Yuck. But no, … Continue reading

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Tributes

Since we’ve been allowed to listen to CDs at work, mine have the been the ones mostly being spun. This isn’t because I’m hogging the CD player, but simply because my colleagues aren’t brining their music choices in. So, if they complain … Continue reading

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Random Work Irritations #9

KKK is, as regular reader(s) will know, is my nemesis in the workplace. If it isn’t making inane racist comments, snobbish asides and talking to herself, she’s being a smug cow. I can imagine what she was like at school: … Continue reading

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