Monday, February 04, 2008

strike

I stalked out of the office at 12:00 noon on Friday.

And it just might happen again today.

I am furious.

I love my job. Well that's wrong, I love what we do at my job. Everything else, especially the management, is leaving us employees very unhappy. It's a disregard for our work on a general scale, and it's simply not on.
Anyway, so for the first time ever, I left. Just upped and walked out.

As a result, this weekend I really, really, really could've klapped a thousand Jaegermeisters. I really wanted to drink this weekend. Instead, I had 2 rock shandies with 747 over dinner after Friday's debacle. I don't know how I did it.

Saturday, I wanted to drink even more. I went to a birthday party and battled to relax. Perhaps it was work too, but more likely, that everyone was pissed and I felt very left out. A lady who'd just had her boobs done was making us touch her knockers. That was in fact rather pleasant, and by the time I left to go home, I'd had a nice night really.

But.
If there's a passive way to crack, I just did it.

24 comments:

kyknoord said...

Interesting. Do you think that "touch me" thing also works for guys who've had their John Thomas done?

Peas on Toast said...

Kyk - depending on proportion of drinks served, yes. At the beginning, it was girls feeling her boobies. That changed during the course of the evening. They were beautiful knockers, I can say that much.

3rm said...

dude, sounds like you might get off early this afternoon. what do you think of fish fingers and a bit of home and away?

Expensive Mistakes and Cheap Thrills said...

definitely sounds like some sort of unfair labour practice going on here...

fish fingers and home & away sounds like the correct solution.

enjoy!

PS: thanks for saying nice stuff about The Kid!

Expensive Mistakes and Cheap Thrills said...

PPS: think it's time to update your blog roll.

some of those links are dead dude. deader than fish fingers.

Peas on Toast said...

3rm - definitely! Come over tonight for some H & A, and also GREY'S ANATOMY STARTS AGAIN TODAY DUDE.

THERE'S LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL!

Thrills - thanks my dear, and yes it is unfair. Am conducting a meeting in about 5 minutes to come to some sort of agreement. And yes, my blogroll is very outdated, I'll go through them later and add yours on as well :)

Expensive Mistakes and Cheap Thrills said...

have you been watching Pushing Daisies??

good luck with the meeting. let me know if i must do a drive-by and bombyour offices with shitty nappies!

Peas on Toast said...

Thanks Thrills, I'll definitely let you know.

Revolving Credit said...

You've replaced alcoholic stress relief with feeling up other women for fun.

Sobriety turns you Lesbian??

Peas on Toast said...

Well Rev, when you clutching at straws (and I'd left my knitting at home), you clutch at anything that looks vaguely pleasant.

They felt good.

Revolving Credit said...

Straws??

Sounds like you were clutching at cocktails!

Peas on Toast said...

Rev - that would've been fun. Cocktails. But I figured, if I'm gonna drink, best I be celebrating something not trying to abate and numb my anger.

I'm way too sensible and frigid for my own good these days.

Revolving Credit said...

Frigid??

Peas on Toast said...

Rev - Did I say frigid? Oops, I meant...rigid. RIGID.

If there's one thing I'm not at the moment, it's frigid.

tee hee hee :)

Expensive Mistakes and Cheap Thrills said...

was just about to ask the same thing....

Ruby said...

awe hun! tough aint it?? but you should be really proud of yourself me thinks! you had a "must drink" situation and you managed to turn it into a "dying for a drink but feeling boobs instead" one. Good for you!!!!

Peas on Toast said...

Thanks Ruby!

It was possibly the hardest weekend ever. Also I suppose cos everyone is off their January detox now, and I'm still clutching my club soda.

* sigh*

:)

Champagne Heathen said...

Yes, I always prefer things to be rigid rather than frigid.

I know one bachelor who yesterday & maybe even today would've envied your sobreity. And I was not close behind in that envy department!

I hope the meeting helped you to vent, and maybe throw a few office objects.

Tertia said...

I am worried about you. I dont think this abstinence is good for you. I think it might make you very ill and YOU MIGHT DIE.

Do you want to die?

No, I didn't think so. So, drink.

Actually, your abstinence is making me feel bad. How am I supposed to enjoy my weak-will and addictive personality if you are being the paragon of virtue. People like you make people like me look bad. That’s not very nice.

Whats up with the job? Sorry things are shitty. Thank goodness you still have your looks, wit and charm.

Peas on Toast said...

Champs - threw a few objects and, hey presto, I feel so much better. :)

The meeting went well, thanks babe. And poor little bachelor, next time he should take a cotch bucket with him. :)

Tertia - hello!!! Well, yip, you've got me. I've stopped drinking in order to make others look bad, and at the same time look like Mother Theresa in the process. :)
Is it working?

The thing is, I'm not enjoying it as much as I was last week - shitty Monday and all. Work is crazy stress-not-cool turmoil right now, but after a good meeting I feel tons better. Thanks for asking. :) xxx

Revolving Credit said...

So copping a bit of a feel of some boobies made you all rigid???

Did you have a little op over the festive season you want to tell us about???

Peas on Toast said...

Rev - something definitely went sjwing!

But, it was shortlived. Boobs are fun and all...but not THAT much fun.

Rico said...

Cool blog -- glad I ran into this by accident.

Peas on Toast said...

Rico - thanks guy!