I cleaned my bosses desk today.

And it wasn't a case of ass-licking either. Or ass-kissing. Or sucking up to him. Or any other sexual motion used to describe grovelling... It was just damn gross and untidy and annoyed the hell out of me. See I use his desk on Tuesdays when I work in the head office, and Tuesday is his day off, so I get to sit and stare at the grossness. There's a bottle of chilli sauce that's been sitting there for 4 months. And rubber bands that are so old they've dried out and cracked. So I hit it with the Mr Sheen, and after a few layers of mouldy muck were removed it began to shine.

And that was the most interesting thing about my day.

Oh no, actually I recieved flowers today. 2 pink carnations....
From the men who serviced my car at Keema Hyundai. Apparently they now have a protocol where they make you feel really special, but they're actually giving out carnations left right and centre with every car serviced, the sluts.

Unless I actually got it wrong, and the relatively cute guy was hitting on me (and just happened to have 2 pink carnations under the counter). Maybe I got grannies flowers?

Dang.