Avebury this week?

at 10am.

 

We had a company box at Edgbaston the other week to entertain some
clients.

All the sales dudes went including the cute 22 year old sales girl.
She was a right miserable cow all week because she thought it was
going to be shit.

Monday morning she was name dropping with the best of them and
couldn't stop going on about it. I guess them winning helped a bit.

 

Can we assume that your new bride doesn't read UKRM, or is that you are fine
to look (and apparently garner details) but nothing else...

 

What on earth are you on about. He just referred to her as cute -
hardly a declaration of intent to commit adultery.

 

The people in your office walk around with their ages on their heads do
they?

 

I don't know about Champ's office, but in our office people talk to each
other and know some general things about each other like their ages,
family situation, what sort of things we get up to in our free time.

Doesn't this kind of thing happen where you work?

 

Yes it does - however we don't, generally, go "including the cute 22 year
old sales girl" - it's the inclusion of the detail I was having a dig at.
Geez.

 

Maybe. I'm in that part of the world anyway - the boss [1] has decided
everyone needs to go on a Team Building day [2]. Friday Island, or some
such shit - nobody wants to go, and it's the kind of day where you have
to take a change of clothes and a towel. Whoop-de-fucking-doo.

So I may be there, but probably on four wheels.


[1] Who may soon be joining Champ in the dole queue due to [3]

[2] Learning to work alongside people who, due to an impending
major re-org [3], will no longer be there to work alongside.

[3] Finally stripping out several layers of management and grafting
us on to the parent company - who knows, we might even get badges
and email addresses a mere year after being bought!

 

Why would you want a badge?

 

Yellow stars, I expect

 

There is no "detail". Referring to someone's age and cuteness isn't
worthy of the slightest comment, imo.

You really are weird.

 

To measure radiation exposure.

 

Obviously so.

 

Anya doesn't do computers full stop, let alone archaic forms of
internet chat.

And I don't think I'll ever stop looking.

Did I mention the cute milf resources manager or cute milf finance
bird yet?

 

I would with her though[1]. She's lovely.



[1] Assuming I was going to anyway. And she was as well.

 

Helpful hint... I know her well enough that I'd say that to her face.

 

One for the frier, one for the till, one for assembly station...

 

Christ no, I can't stand them.

 

Er, ID card then. Whatever. I'm quite happy with the one I've got, as
it lets me into interesting buildings. Rather than one that lets me in
to something in Bracknell.

 

I wasn't thinking of those Yellow Stars, given that it's (IIRC) Siemens
we're on about, but yes, that's probably more appropriate ...