Milkys cock up
Mon., September 20, 11:09 PM
Last week we had a pot luck dinner at work with the theme being indigenous people or something like that. We were suposed to come dressed signifying your heritage and bring some food along the same lines. Theres plenty of Maori staff so I decided to take the easy option (as always) and go with the Irish side. I cooked a potato dish (shut up you) and borrowed an Irish rugby jersey off a mate.
Anyway all was going well until I had to commit the biggest faux pas of the evening. As I sat down to eat my dinner I just had to make the comment "haha this is the first time I've seen someone bring KFC to a pot luck dinner" Turns out it was the CEO who had. The big Kahuna, grand master, big cheese, payer of the wages. She was sitting RIGHT beside me.
In other less emabrrasing news, I have a REAL bed to sleep in. It is wonderful. After a month the fold up bed I was sleeping in gave up the ghost so I had resorted to putting the couch cushions on the floor and sleeping on them. A month of that was killing my back no end. Now when I roll over I dont get growled at by the cat. Peace.