I’m Not Really A Waitress

As you may or may not be aware, the weather has taken a turn for the warmer this week, resulting in a bank holiday that didn’t feature pissing rain for the entire duration.

However, this has meant travelling in the furnace that is the London Underground and using my usual techniques of splashing water on myself, standing in the path of any draughts and using diaries and receipts as makeshift fans.

For some reason my work is hotter than my previous office and so the first few minutes of every day are occupied by me whacking a fan on and sitting in it’s direct cool air wind.

Also because it’s warm, flip-flops have come out to play. And therefore I occupied myself in a presentation today counting up the toenails that had been freshly painted.

If my work colleagues are the barometer of popular taste I suspect them to be, dark rich shades are in.

Hmm.