On flying food and disastrous dates...
Thank God It’s Friday! I’ve had a dreadful week and this weekend just couldn’t roll around fast enough. It’s just been one irritation after another. It all started, as usual, with the boss. She’s got a thing going with a major client (she thinks no one knows but they keep having sex in her office, for goodness sake), which is good for the company as he keeps throwing deals our way. Problem is, when they fight, we suffer. This guy is trying to get his ex-wife to move out of his plush house in Kololo so that he and my boss can convert it into a shag-pad. It seems to be taking much longer than expected, which is pissing the boss off something chronic. Unfortunately she vents her frustrations on her hapless employees, with yours truly often in the firing line. The less said about the poor dog I knocked on the way to work, the better. I still feel sick just thinking about it. The worst thing about it is that he was chasing some bitch across the road. All he wanted was a