MRS TAGGERT

Heather, the most hirsute and discipline obsessed boss in the Western World pestered me again if I wanted to change my shift pattern. Faster than you could say Cricket Romalotti, I gave her a wink - and a smile -and said "No Heather dear" She then tried to overcome this by suggesting even just changing my start and finish time. I kept smiling and again replied "No Heather dear" before she skulked off back behind her pc where she's growling just now. Sometimes, at moments like this, I love my otherwise blah day job. The only thing putting a downer on the situation is that the girl next to me is reeking of body odour. If I'm feeling bitchy I could always do my best Bette Davis in The Anniversary impression by putting on an eye patch and saying :- "Samara dear, would you mind sitting somewhere else? Body Odour offends me."