9:30 : Get to work at the same time as 4 other members of staff. Time keeping here is grrrrrrrrrreat.

9:30 - 11:00 Write 10 addresses on envelopes, read entire BBC web site (fucking shell, rising fuel prices due to cost of oil my arse. Still can't believe petrol companies can get away with this sort of shit. Poor ol Britney, poor ol Beadle, poor ol Ivorian Postmen).

11:00 - 15:30 Do all accounts filing, for 3 accounts staff. None of which is mine. Go through 5 month back log of supplier statements/cut off notices etc which are all nothing to do with me. 

15:30 - Tie a knot in a bit of rope.

15:35 - sling rope over balcony of fire exit steps, insert head, jump.

So, as some of you know from my facebook update, I am not in the best of moods. There I was, innocently about to go on the field of play on sunday morning when the ref saunters over, 'can you take those off?', 'what?' says I holding my arms behind my back, 'my arms?', i added, 'no chance mate, not unless you have a bone saw in you pocket'. He gave me that look that every ref has, the one that says 'fuck off and die, i am refereeing a game on a sunday morning and its pissing down and my toupe is about to blow off''. 'No, those things on your wrist'. 

Being in public and holding up a game of football for 21 other players made me go straight for the first aid kit but as i cut off my Glastonbury 05 and 07 wristbands I heard a mournful solitary cry drift away on the wind. It was mine :(

So yeah, after 2 years and 5 months I now no-longer have anything on my wrist, I feel nekid. It feels mighdy strange, I am suffering from Phantom Wristband Sysndrome, now i understand what every amputee goes through only this is worse. Much worse. SO much worse. They were my connection to better days and now they are gone. This upsets me so, Now when i look down at my wrist, instead of being reminded about passing out infront of various bands or brushing my teeth with vodka in the morning 3 times, I am reminded that I have small wrists, or maybe that i should have had that bath. This sucks, I have lost my path to my happy place. I can't 'sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide' now. 

On top of that, we had a meeting at work in which it was decided that everyone should delegate all their work to.....me. Having been flatly denied holiday time to go to Amsterdam on wednesday due to the company needing every hand and head available this week I have just recieved 3 emails from various accounts staff informing me that they won't be in at various points this week. And to round it off, well, nothing, thats enough for the last few days i think. 

CSS versus Justice last night was good, Wasn't really in the same mood as the last time i saw CSS (i.e quite sober and chemical free) but Its good to see that I can still enjoy them without performance enhancing substances. They had a dancing wobs tree who changed into a rather fetching box half way through. Why the hell not? Justices mixing in of Klaxons on 'we are' was quite cool too.

Right, should get back to staring daggers at colleagues for preferential holiday treatment and sulking at my desk. Its going to be a long day.
Of sticking it to the man!