just too late

To wish everyone a happy International Women's Day, although reading the previous post you might think that feminism is an unknown word in chez McMuffin. I don't know what came over the mister. I think he was just gobsmacked to see me taking any interest in my measurements (there was a tape measure on the side and I haven't measured my waist since I was about eighteen, so I just went crazy with it). All very strange.

Anyway, I have three days annual leave this week. Hurrah. There will be no queues outside my door, no constant calls and messages and best of all no bloody email from the various senior managers who can't quite bring themselves to direct their enquiries to the appropriate level and give my name out to people, as if promising some kind of special service. This makes me angry like the Hulk gets angry, although without the whole green, hopping, clothes ripping thing, obviously. I shall just have peace for the rest of the week. Hurrah again.