She's gone

Hurrah! And strangely enough she didn't seem to care one bit. Unfortunately my boss is the one who feels guilty and stressed out about it. Its her first sacking, bless her. A few of us have been trying our damnedest to reassure her that its ok, not her fault and doesn't make her a bad person but she still feels like shit. The urge to give her a big hug was almost unbearable.

I found the weirdopsychobitch's Myspace page btw. She calls herself Maurice; and there *are* pictures on there of a lad shoving things up his bum. The mind boggles.

Talking of boggling, when I got home there was a wasp in my bedroom. Now where the fuck did that come from?

Can of Raid sorted it. You can tell I'm not a Buddhist can't you?