Evening all

You may (or may not... deep huh?!) have noticed that all those random comments advertising their own sites in MY comments section. Damn them! Well, i Managed to persuade them to stop, with some help from my friends at ninjaburger.com(dont call them, they'll call you) and so they shouldnt bother us anymore....

Anyhoo, back to my day, Today i was woken up at 9:30 am.... Now that may seem like a lie in to a lot of you, but i can assure you, thats like my 5am...

I had to get up 'cause the new couch was being delivered today and the 'rents had to work and drop the kids off at school.

The guy didnt come till mom was back, so i was woken up for nothing. And y'know what it's like trying to go back to sleep after being up and doing stuff for a while... so i didnt. And i've been up ever since.... Heh

Work today was naff, i actually did nothing for the 2 hours early i came in. I spent the first hour seeing what stock we could do that night, and what room there was. All the while just chatting to everyone! I then had my lunch break at 7pm... i know, go figure,
Anyhoo, once i'd come back it was 8pm and the shop was closing. This ment my (super?)team of workers came bursting out of the associate lounge ready for a night's work!

(actually, they walked out, asking what they were doing that night...)

Anyways, As we were starting our shift, i managed to get beaten up... embarrisingly...

Now i know what you guys are thinking, "a girl beat him up!!!",

well you are very VERY wrong. (And shame on you for thinking such things about me... i'm hard... really...)

What beat me up was actually an inaimate object, one that normally delivers smiles and treats, rather than cuts and bleeding...

I was beaten up.... by a cookie jar!

Oh the shame!

What happened was as i picked it up, the lid came off in my hand. "no problem" i thought, unawares of the cookie jar's evil plot that was slowly unfurling, "I'll just reach down and grab the actual jar, re-attatch the lid and everything will be right with the world"

But as i grabbed said jar, i slipped. Now i'm not saying that the cookie jar has psychic powers and made me slip, but i'm very rarely wrong...

anyhoo, i "slipped" and grazed my finger, along the knuckle! This cut was as if done by paper! It was like 1mm deep and about a centimeter across! (i dont know what you yanks measure in, like, how many drops of fat can fit in it?) but all you guys need to know is that i bled for hours! It stopped about an hour ago... i lost a lot of blood i think.... all from that sadistic cookie jar.

All that thing has to look forewards to now is a shallow grave in the company skip, and then some good ol' crushing at the dump! Heh, advantage - Jamie

anyhoo, not a lot more to talk about, except that my family drinks 6 pints of milk a day.... lots huh? But there is 6 of us....

Keep it safe guys!

Jamie
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"And you know and you know, 'cause my lifes a mess, and i'm trying to grow, so before i'm old i confess,

You think that i'm strong, you're wrong, you're wrong." - Robbie Williams, Strong