brain cells frozen rightly, need to go stand under the sun to thaw. temperature at the workplace dropped to subzero degree centigrade an hour or three ago.
what do the workplace think we are? machines??
and right over 'ere in my section, two cow-orker's are absent from work. one of whom is officially on leave, while the other reported sick. youngling's these days, they just simply can't take any form of stress, can they?
tsk, tsk.
oh, and i lurve this new lipstick of mine, which is a biscuit shade of brown.
* i know, i know, nicked that title off the bangles' hit of same name.