Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

Ye gods and little fishes, we've never had so many NEG forms returned to us at the same freakin' time. *topples over in a heap* If I manage not to dream about forms in various hues I'll be mightily relieved. And if PartyGirl actually pulls her finger out and helps me tomorrow, I'll be even more pleased. Her idea of helping today was spending an hour sorting the forms into the appropriate files and then leaving work an hour early.

OK, I'm being slightly harsh, she's spent the last two days wrestling with figures and statistics that were needed but I'll tell you this. If she spends tomorrow talking about how "we" need to just crack on and get all the forms done and not do anything else and then she spends all day gossiping with BigBouncy (who's been off this week and therefore they will need to catch up) and yakking on the phone, I will not be a Pleased Mousey.

*pauses to stab Turnpike with a spork* Give. Me. My.Mail.Dammit! *glares at it*

*considers* Hrm, I'm cranky. Low blood sugar possibly. Must investigate food options. Thank god it's Friday tomorrow.