Today was destined to be another ho hum day at work - even in the glittering world (!) of brand design you get those.
But no, packed with events it was.
First lovely A goes into the kitchen and screams like a banshee. We've had a recurring ant problem, despite having completely pristine everythings by my standards. When A went to fill the drip coffee machine, she spotted a little sucker in the water reservoir, she flushed it out - only to set off a mass exodus of egg carrying ants emerging from the innards of the coffee maker. Aaargh. we've all been drinking coffee from there - I refuse to believe the colony was established and fertilized in the last 24 hours. eeeeeuggghh. Send teabags - please.
Then as the morning rolled on, more and more workmen types appeared. Now this I tend to find dull - we rarely have 'diet-coke' types here. Then they leave the door open so it's freezing and to top it off they are way too respectful - no 'awright darlin - hey I widnae bring you a broken pay packet' glesgae banter to redeem them. So I plodded on.
We work in a big new warehouse (esque) building and they were fitting ceiling fans so there was much monkeying up ladders and bending of pipes going on. I realise that lovely A the office do everything is missing and presume they've annoyed her so much she's gone off for a sandwich. Which I also decide to do. I step outside to see if I need my coat (it is January after all - but I didnt) and there she is driving a bleedin cherry-picker around the back yard and hooting like a loony.
Obviously I immediately started screeching 'let me let me let me'. She wouldn't let me, but she came down and up we went together - her driving. We went higher than the roof then proceeded to have a ladylike conversation across the fence with the dudes from the surf shop next door. 'hey ladeez whats the surf look like from up there??' 'flat' 'bogus'. - obviously from great distance we appeared to him as ladeez and not screeching glesga/boston keelies as we did from up close.
It was sooo cool though. I want one for my birthday now. I can just see me, cruising up Highway 1,driving with two little knobs, appearing at peoples upstairs windows, looking in car sunroofs, decapitating myself on powerlines....
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