I've Got You Under My Skin
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: Croquet
Well, it turns out that the staff meeting was much ado about nothing, and I would have been better off going for a crafty fag round by the bins. The changes at the top we were promised turned out to be no more than it's time for new curtains on the windows upstairs, what they were looking for was volunteers to help take them down, and put new ones up. Like anywhere else in the NHS, money is tight, and the gits are not willing to pay overtime and want the job done free. Well I don't work for nothing, I know I had to do some crazy hours with Mossad, but at least I could tap into the Swiss bank account from time to time, how else do you think I could afford that flat in Geneva, blimey even the Underground Railway network somewhere in London even used to pay OT. I'd still be there now if I hadn't been stitched up when I was at a personal low which meant my cover got blown.
Anyway I'm not going to help so that's that, plus I have other things going on which are far more important. I'm going to take a part time job in the run up to the election. The fastest VW Beetle in the west will soon be scooting around the streets on behalf of Domino's Pizza. It's not that I need the money, I've got more than enough stashed away, but it means that I can parade my election stuff around town and be paid for it at the same time, plus of course I get to keep all of the Pizzas nobody wants. Give it a month and I reckon my freezer will be bulging, looks like I'll have a happy Christmas.

Shalom