Weight, and wait

I’m the golden boy at work again. The management have been trying for months to get people to sign up for fund-raising events, to no avail. Just by telling them I’ll lose some weight and get paid for it I’m suddenly in everyone’s good books. The store manager, who has never actually spoken to me, spotted me in the canteen at breakfast and came over. (I was having four pork sausages, scrambled eggs and mushrooms. The diet can start Monday..) He said “Ches, great to hear that you’re looking to shed some pounds for a worthy cause. Putting others before yourself and doing it in a public way is fantastic. You’re just the kind of up-and-at-‘em type that we love in this company.” He gave me a nod that seemed to say ‘Learn to arse-kiss a bit more and stop abusing company facilities and you may just have a career here.’
I don’t want one, but it’s an improvement on the written warning they gave me last week.
Now if I can just convince them to stop calling me Ches it’ll all be fine and dandy.

I popped into the library to see Donna. She looked lovely. We couldn’t speak as she was showing an inept old man how to operate the computerised check-out system, but it was good to just cast my eye upon her. Simply seeing her fills me with a warm glow and makes me feel that the world and the future are both full of sparkling opportunities.
Who knows – I may ask her out on another date soon..

RC 5-3-09
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