I’ve decided that Craig is a bad influence as well as certain other people. The accounts office is being redecorated and he’s working in my office at the moment. He arrived at work in a pissed off sort of mood and I felt it my duty to try and cheer him up. I’m a thoughtful sort of person.

We’ve been giving the impression all day that we are both working when in fact we have been:

Downloading music.
Eating chocolate.
Surfing the net - better remember to clear the history in explorer.
Playing Pool against each other on Yahoo.
Talking to each other on IM – if anyone looks though the door they can see us busily typing away.
And we’ve revamped the fish tank and brought the fish some new plants.


I wouldn’t say that I’ve not achieved anything work wise – I did attend a 2 hour meeting this morning, but that’s about it. His ‘I’m really not in the mood to work’ has rubbed off. I’m on strike – I’m just not actually telling anyone I’m on strike.

It’s not as if I haven’t got anything to do, quite the reverse and I should be feeling guilty I suppose. But I’ve decided that I’m viewing it as catch up on all the dinner hours I’ve worked over the past 13 years and not claimed for.

One of the things Craig found was:

Hello. This is Ed Byrne here. You know - the devastatingly handsome and side-splittingly funny Irish comedian. Your friend has been kind enough to pass on a message from me.

I'm on a crusade to make a massive dent in the British economy and I want to enlist your help. I've created ten stand-up comedy clips that I'd like you to watch instead of working - and I'd like to know exactly how much corporate cash they're going to waste. So I've built a calculator. It just takes two minutes of your time and it'll tell you precisely how much of your company's profits you'll be pouring down the drain. It's got to be better than pushing a pencil. You can see it at:

http://www.slack-o-meter.com

Many thanks for your help.
Cheers,
Ed Byrne

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Himself went to the doctors yesterday to make an appointment to see about being signed off as fit for light duties. The receptionist told him he didn’t need an appointment – he could just pick the note up after 3.00 p.m. today. Bloody good these receptionists – fancy them being able to tell that from just looking at him. At this rate we won’t need to see a doctor at all soon they’ll be able to deal with everything over the phone.