RATHER LARGE WELLIES

I normally don't talk much about work on here but I've had a fucker of a day. So many assholes in one day, the only saving grace was that I got a raise which cheered me up, then I had to deal with more assholes. Are the British public always such wankers? When I worked in BT, I didn't think their customers could get any dumber, the only people dumber were the management team - they couldn't manage self abuse let alone a contact centre. In the past two days I've passed 2 people I used to work with. Heather, my old boss wearing knee high leather boots that were too big and there was about an inch between her legs and the cheap synthetic knock off leather footwear, they looked like rather large wellies. She was still as hirsute as ever and it took all my determination not to whip out a waxing strip and tear out every hair of her moustache. She was actually rather nice and chatty although I left feeling very glad that I'm away from there. Then yesterday when I had the indignity of waiting for a....... (I'm feeling sick just thinking about it) a...... bus, I bumped into a closet case who was in my team. He came out with Mabel and me a few Xmas's ago after a blah team night out. He was insistent that we all sit upstairs and chat whereas Mabel and I were far more intent in heading downstairs to meet friends and dance the night away (which we did) The last we saw of the closet case was in the Trophy Room of the Polo chatting to some foreigner. On the Monday morning, he made out that WE ditched him when actually he was more than happy to explore more of the love that dare not speak it's name! So anyway I saw him at the bus stop and made some small talk before heading on and switching on my iPod to Kylie's Body Language album and thanking fuck I had left that place.

To top that off, some chick from my work came back to work after going to NYC for a long weekend - I hate her. She trawled round Central Park, went down to Soho and the East Village and when she mentioned walking down 20th Street I could've punched her out there and then I was so jealous. I thought my one sided Love Affair with NYC would subside with time and my trip to London next week would curb my craving but it hasn't - I need another visit pronto.

To finish my crappy day, I endured 2 salsa classes that were beyond torture. Maybe my patience was wearing thin by then but I stopped both classes on various occasions cos nothing was getting through, I almost lost the rag with them but hopefully just came across as a bit of a camp bitch rather than a total camp bitch with Tanya Turner glares and Sable Colby sharp turns of the head as I usually am! I think it comes down to cock, I need some soon or I'll go bananas, another visit to the sauna is required over the weekend me thinks. We're heading out on Sunday for Jon's birthday and it's holiday weekend so should be busy and full of the usual faces but Sundays are the way I like to be with men - cheap!