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3rd March 2010: I Think I Stepped Into A Parallel Chicken Company
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So, before I wrote about how dull the night was.  I could not have been more wrong.  It kicked off at about 4:15am.  That was when The Scotsman came over to me and told me that he didn't feel well and that he was going home.  But after he finished the cage he was working on.  The guy does this every now and again.  Although maybe since he has only been there just over a year, it's not such a great thing that we've noticed that it's not just an isolated incident.  I mean, in the past he has left Miss C on her own.

Anyway.  Then Shoe came in.  She was on fire.  First she yelled at me for the wine stands not being filled, until I explained that they had been left that way for us.  She calmed down and became sinister.  I offered to fill them and she said "No.  The person who was supposed to fill them will fill them.  Don't do what I say the first time, they'll do it the second."  I grinned and said that it sounded like that was full of spite, malice and vengence.  She laughed and said that was probably because it was.  She tore into the guy who was supposed to have filled them.  Apparently he pushed it onto one of his staff (Crackbaby) who when the end of his shift came just put the boxes of wine away and left.  Apparently Crackbaby is in later, and will be having a bad day due to who his supervisor is.

Plus Queen Chav was in.  And she was nice to me.  I mean...really nice.  She apologised that the rota for next week was wrong.  And she did the bread for me.  And later told me that my opinion mattered to her.  Since when?  I complimented her on her new haircut and said that it suited her.  She asked if it was too butch or too short.  I told her that it wasn't and it suited her really well.  I was being half nice.  Because it does suit her.  And for her it isn't too butch or too short.  Skinhead is too short for women (in my opinion) but she has it probably as short as mine when I cut it.  And she's combed it and somehow greased it into backward facing spikes.  How is this not too butch?  Queen Chav is a very butch woman.  Very masculine in her mannerisms.  I actually feel bad for her, because I know The Bombshell will mock it tomorrow viciously. 

Lastly, nothing to do with work, just my neighbours.  If they do not stop hammering, drilling, or generally doing work to their house, I am going to do something drastic to them.  They always do it in the morning, always about 10am.  I go to bed about that time.  It's quarter to 10 and it sounds like they are drilling through my wall.  Now, you see, being somewhat juvinile with my sense of humour, I think decent revenge would be to throw one of my algae eating fish's algae wafers over their wall.  Why?  Well...they have a garden covered in lovely black and white pebbles.  No grass.  Now, chocolate lovers already know that Green And Black is best.  I think that probably extends to landscape gardening too...

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