10 July 2008

Mr Bouncy Bounce

A colleague’s sister is due around the end of December, and she thinks her morning sickness finally finished last Tuesday. Doing a quick calculation in my head (which skews simple maths equations, but) I should be well on my way to feeling like myself again. It’s stories like this that keep me going from week to week, though I know my optimism can only hold out for so long.

In the meantime, I’m having difficulty sleeping, I’m not interested in much except for Big Brother UK and Walkers salt & vinegar crisps, and there is a temporary designer sat beside me who likes to bounce in his chair and stare at my chest.

Okay, I don’t know what precisely he’s staring at, but it’s somewhere in the vicinity of my self, and there is nothing in front of (or beyond) that self, so it’s a safe assumption that:

Bouncing + staring at women = pervert

That’s one equation I’m fairly confident I’ve worked out properly, at least in this instance. He’s gone in a day or two, but given that every day can feel like a month when you’re not sure if you’re going to be able to keep down breakfast (or lunch, or dinner), that feels like ages.

I promise I didn’t come here to complain though! What I really wanted to say was…

Nothing, I did just come here to complain. Soz.

4 comments:

thelass said...

Yuck. Next time you catch him at it, ask him what he's looking at. Then kick him. Hard. Or remind him that his mom also has boobs.

Friday said...

I'm worried that might send him over the edge. BTW - I love the book! I am intimidated by the book! I am hoping to get a bit snugglier with it as well. The postcard was a nice touch too. Thanks ever so much for sending it, Lass. I've been trying to think of something cool to send back, but haven't been able to come up with anything.

thelass said...

I'm intimidated by it as well. I took my time with it because I was just overwhelmed by it...and absolutely NO need to send anything in return. I mean that.

Mrs Slocombe said...

I'd say 'bouncing = pervert' anyway. One of the waitresses at work last week told a regular customer, known as 'tits pervert'(they used to write 't.p.' on his dockets) that he wasn't welcome and made everyone uncomfortable. She was the heroine of the hour. Worth a try.