Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Escape from Hell

Friday is to be my last day working here at Evil Fascist Bastarding American Company. Blogging activity is likely to either hit a frenetic level or go into hibernation, depending on what sort of state of unemployment/shitty temping work I end up in.

(I haven't done anything so sensible as actually find myself a new job, oh no.)

I will, in time-honoured tradition, be having a Leaving Do which will involve beer and pizza - exciting, eh?

As it happens, my colleague's brother (who sort of kissed me on the one occasion I've met him) will be in town, visiting from Up London. He's just broken his collarbone skiing though, which will probably stymie his pint-drinking abilities somewhat. And I've gone right off the idea.

Also crawling out of the woodwork wrangling an invite is a really quite odd bloke who works here who hasn't been seen for months. Last year, at the age of twenty-fucking-nine, I got my first ever Mystery Valentine Card - it arrived via the internal post at work. I should havebeen pleased I suppose. Oh, the disappointment on my mother's face, year after year throughout my entire adolescence, as the postman passed us by every February 14th. But the card was pinky-red, with To the One I Love embossed in gold. Creepy. This bloke is the No. 1 suspect. I'll be avoiding him for the next couple of days.

(I haven't baked IT man a cake, I'm going to give him a bottle of whiskey. I am not a domestic Goddess. I am a drinker) .


  • Creepy indeed - the Valentine's suspect.


    By Blogger Whinger, at 6:32 PM  

  • Yessss. Internal post and all, how romantic (read: slightly sinister and I can't say why, just is). Hide!

    By Blogger The Lady Muck, at 7:39 PM  

  • what ever happened to the two fellas you thought you were supposed to have a pint with but weren't sure about?

    and p.s. good for you, getting out of a job you hate!

    By Blogger Kyahgirl, at 7:46 PM  

  • I guess you really can't not go to your own leaving do. I tried it once. People really hold it against you for some reason . . .

    Also you should make sure Mr. Valentines Suspect get told to go to the wrong drinking hole.

    By Blogger Steve, at 8:10 PM  

  • i have never had an anonymous valentines card, and i am thirty-fucking-two! have had valentines cards from boyfriends though - so its not all bad, however, i hold out no hope for this year.

    p.s: go the drinkers!

    By Blogger Kirses, at 9:29 PM  

  • I think mystery Valentine's cards are inherently creepy. It's like the one day in the year when stalking suddenly becomes socially acceptable.

    I may only be saying this because I haven't had a mystery Valentine card since I was 15, however.

    By Blogger patroclus, at 8:49 AM  

  • Creepy, but vaguely flattering, no? I've never had a mystery valentine card, so I don't really know. In fact, I've neveer gotten a Valentine from anyone other than my grandparents, ever!

    (In the World of Whining One-Up-Manship the Bitch wins again!)

    By Blogger Chaucer's Bitch, at 9:45 AM  

  • I've never received a valentines card.


    I've often toyed with the idea of sending myself one, but that would be even sadder than not getting any at all.

    *cries even more*

    This year, I know I'll get one. I intend to leave subtle hints all over the house for the preceding 2 weeks. If my Superhero STILL forgets, there'll be war.

    By Anonymous Piggy and Tazzy, at 10:08 AM  

  • That reminds me, I need to quit my job at some point.

    By Blogger Fuckkit, at 10:47 AM  

  • I'm forseeing all sorts of drunken IT/Creepy guy mixed-up antics and door-slamming! How very Carry On!

    By Blogger Lee, at 2:24 PM  

  • good luck Spin. keep us up to date with a) scandal and b) work...

    By Blogger the Beep, at 2:43 PM  

  • for some reason, madam, the dirty minded webmarshal at work has decided that your blog is porn, and has blocked it. so i won't be around so often, but i will still annoy you periodically, honest.

    work valentine = creepy.

    By Blogger surly girl, at 8:36 PM  

  • glad I'm not the only porn merchant round here.

    I got an anonymous Valentine when I was 17 and it made me remarkably happy until another girl at school told me that she'd sent it as a joke.

    By Blogger GreatSheElephant, at 8:41 PM  

  • Hehe, I kind of like the internal post valentine. In a creepy kind of way of course. Creepy is funny, as long as it happens to someone else!

    By Blogger Jay, at 4:52 AM  

  • Oh, this is much better, NOBODY gets Valentine Cards.

    Porn, Surley? Me? Oh the irony, with my sad celibate life....

    Kyah, they have changed their minds apparently. Well, lucky escape for them, I'm a fucking nightmare....

    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 10:33 AM  

  • My best friend, an utterly gorgeous redhead who worked in our office at the time, made a point of bringing me a red rose and a big smooch on Valentine's Day last year -- to the visible chagrin of every lech in the place. I can die happy now.

    By Anonymous Dave F, at 9:38 PM  

  • how was your last day??

    By Blogger Kirses, at 3:43 PM  

  • Hope the leaving do was grand Spinny...

    By Blogger Ant, at 3:32 PM  

  • I have no idea what my Leaving Do was like because I was so drunk. Colleague's brother and Creepy Valentine's Guy were no-shows.

    I got up to go to the loo in the middle of the night, and, half asleep and still absolutely langered, I fell spectacularly down the stairs, managing to bang my arse, head, arm and wrist.

    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 6:33 PM  

  • ow - christ. Just as well you were still bladdered - probably made you more relaxed and less breakable

    By Blogger GreatSheElephant, at 9:37 PM  

  • ouch, jsut read this. Hope you're ok now!

    By Blogger Kyahgirl, at 9:35 PM  

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