My escape key doesn’t work.
I keep pressing it, but I’m still here.
In my mind, I have created a superhero office worker who imbues general office supplies with random, great and most importantly appropriate powers.
Super Sinéad presses the escape key on her computer only for her swivel chair to catapult her out of her seat and through the conveniently-located window behind her desk, whereupon she rips off her officeworker clothes mid-air-somersault to reveal the costume of – Princess Pedantic Pants! 3P, as they call her ’round superhero way, travels the world inserting commas and other punctuation marks for the greater understanding of all.
I know what you’re thinking…. shit superpower.
You’re not wrong. Best of all, I wasn’t even pressing escape because of work-funk. Work is quite enjoyable lately. I just managed to wear fally-downy tights today and it’s devastating. They keep fally downying everytime I walk anywhere, basically wrecking my head, and I really want to go home and change but of course you can only do that in school or college. It’s really not a good excuse in work. I’ve also just realised that I have to have normal-length Christmas holidays this year.
Devastating.
Sheesh. Someday one of my co-workers will find this blog that’s so conveniently attached to my actual name and I’ll die of the embarrassments. You could never actually tell people that you sometimes have superhero daydreams…
That is one long permalink… Pity you can’t add commas to it
fally-downy tights – I mean why do they even sell these things. Who is here target market. And they are all the supermarket ever seem to stock.
you have got to blog the other one!
@Chris for modesty?
@Lottie They don’t need a target market, they just need wimmins with cold legs. Someday we’ll find a better solution and that’ll learn them. My housemate keeps telling me to buy hold-ups. Posh, her…
@Mark done