Dull, weird and slightly disturbing thoughts…

Posts tagged ‘work’

A non-blog…

Having been told I need to blog, I’ve been sat here thinking “what can I blog about?” and I’ve come up blank!  Our lives have turned a serious shade of beige at the moment!!  Don’t get me wrong, from my point of view I’ve never been happier and more content, but work seems to be all encompassing at the moment – particularly for Paul!!

Until I’ve got something better to blog about, here’s a picture of what happens when bread turns evil…

😉

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A special kind of stupid…

Just goes to show how wrong these tests can be…

http://iq-test.net.nz/take_a_test.html

I took it and got 139 which means:

130-145 – high intelligence. People with a high intelligence level have no difficulties in becoming a student of a good university and often continue their scientific career there. Moreover, they are usually respected experts in medicine, informatics, physics or astronomy. They frequently choose to be artists as well. Having an intelligence quotient of over 130 points gives the opportunity to become a member of Mensa.”

Yeah right – I’m the numpty that glanced at a dark window on a train, saw her own reflection and mistook it for her sister!!! (I also did that whilst walking past a mirror!)

How does seeing an order to the ‘pretty patterns’ show how intelligent someone is??

Oh well, back to work now I suppose… 😐

Lazy-ass Men!!

I had a day off on Monday with the kids.  Had a great time – even the eldest was in good spirits, although I think that was more to do with him taking the piss out of me at every opportunity!  Still – if it means an easy life then I’ll go with it!

Got back to work on the Tuesday to find no end of dirty mugs left by the kettle (which is on a cabinet right next to my desk).  We have a little plastic bin on the cabinet for all the used teabags.  There was mould growing on mould in this little bin.  Biohazard clothing wouldn’t have been over the top when opening it!  So…I get the sponge, washing up liquid, all the mugs, spoons and the bin and do the washing up.

The next time Mr L goes to make a cuppa he remarks to Mr B ….”have you noticed how the washing-up fairy has come back now that Lisa is in?”

Sometimes the urge to bury my letter-opener in his ear is almost too much to bear…