Thursday, June 28, 2007

Work, work, work. I need a break. Unfortunately the person who I *work* with is terribly dedicated, a work horse if you will. And well, if you know me, you probably realise I work at a slightly different pace. Ahem.

Anyway, if I believe if it is quiet; if there is little work to be found; no work to be done. If I really and honestly have done all the work i can find (eg, swept the shop, dusted ALL the shelves) and there is nothing left to do. Nada. Zero. Zilch. I sit down. The person I work with does not believe in this method. I am told to dust. Dust what?? Dust again. Pah. So the day feels long, but I'm getting there.

By the way, dust? I don't think that's such a good idea. Same goes for 'work'.