Dear Notebook,
Conference room seems a little colder this morning as I unpack my inadequately equipped standard company issue laptop, "'tis Monday morning again" I pondered, as the lingering pungency of the janitor's fart fills the air. I breathe a deep sigh of depression as I check my lotto tickets; I always check them after a day or two hoping that the extra time spent praying in the toilet while reading old issues of Popular Photography would somehow miraculously transform my numbers into the winning ones. Manager walks into the room "you sure look like you can use some time off". A twinkle enters my eye as I stare up at this towering mass of idiocy, "of course you know we can't give you any, you're just too valuable to the project". Oh well, at least there's the ole talk forum. Ah yes, the ole talk forum of the popular local automotive website, where men can be men and the other 90% can be….well they just be. Although the true expression of the term is yet to be understood by that 90% I still find comfort in the fact that I can log on and read articles from local experts on their disgust with the Ferrari design team or the more recent raccoon infestation; the racoon hunters seem to have it under control though. On a side note, has anyone tried to purchase manila folders recently? There seem to be a shortage, RIK said to check them at the end of the month. Anyway, got to go now notebook, “the man” is calling.
P.S: Devrat keeps asking me to roll my rrrrrrrrrs, and I’m pretty sure that the sounds on the phone are of a sexual nature.
Rainman
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