One of those weeks..

Work have been pushing me hard this week, the slave-driving bastards. Some stomach bug or other ripped through the staff in the bakery, so I’ve had to do extra hours in other departments to cover for the people who have been moved into the bakery to cover for the people who are pretending to be sick. They tell me it’ll do me good to experience a day or two in each area of the store. But then ‘they’ also told me that working for them as a manager would leave me feeling “professionally and financially rewarded.” Lying bastards.
In other news, Philippa has been talking about getting her ears pinned back. They look perfect to me, but apparently she got teased about them at school and she thinks it affected her and held back her educational growth. I’m not sure how - she has four A-levels and 11 GCSEs after all. Maybe this need for things like tattooing and cosmetic surgery is some kind of weird expensive self-harming-by-proxy. I’m not sure because I’m not a psychologist and because she’s female, and therefore inherently unfathomable. I told her each and every cell in her body is gorgeous to me, and proved it by kissing every single part of both her ears. She felt better, and I got myself really turned on, which was a shame as it was during her lunch break at work.
Thank God I had time for a shower before work.

RC 23-10-11