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I fell off the toilet. Not into the toilet, as a certain ginger person here did, but off the toilet.
Let me explain.
I work in an office during the day, and they're bringing in new people to work the evenings. I was picked to help train them so my flexi hours were changed for the next two weeks so I was staying until 8pm (minimum) every night so I could train up on the work they’ll be doing then sit with them when they come in at 4:30.
So instead of coming in at 7:30 when it's still nice and cool, then going home when it's boiling hot at 4, I'm going in when it's boiling hot at 12 and coming home when it's cool at 8:30.
I get into work and I'm sweating buckets. I also need to expel some faeces so I head to the bogs. As I kock* my leg slightly to clean my fourth eye I slip on my own sweat and go off the seat and into the wall. Luckily the cubicles are so small there's not really anywhere to go so I'm still mostly on the bog. But still, I can only vaguely remember that happening once before, under similar circumstances many a year ago.
'Tis very hot here in Newcastle.
*damn swear filter
Let me explain.
I work in an office during the day, and they're bringing in new people to work the evenings. I was picked to help train them so my flexi hours were changed for the next two weeks so I was staying until 8pm (minimum) every night so I could train up on the work they’ll be doing then sit with them when they come in at 4:30.
So instead of coming in at 7:30 when it's still nice and cool, then going home when it's boiling hot at 4, I'm going in when it's boiling hot at 12 and coming home when it's cool at 8:30.
I get into work and I'm sweating buckets. I also need to expel some faeces so I head to the bogs. As I kock* my leg slightly to clean my fourth eye I slip on my own sweat and go off the seat and into the wall. Luckily the cubicles are so small there's not really anywhere to go so I'm still mostly on the bog. But still, I can only vaguely remember that happening once before, under similar circumstances many a year ago.
'Tis very hot here in Newcastle.
*damn swear filter
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I stopped reading at "Let me explain". Only guilty people say that.
I fell off the toilet. Not into the toilet, as a certain ginger person here did, but off the toilet.
Let me explain.
I work in an office during the day, and they're bringing in new people to work the evenings. I was picked to help train them so my flexi hours were changed for the next two weeks so I was staying until 8pm (minimum) every night so I could train up on the work they’ll be doing then sit with them when they come in at 4:30.
So instead of coming in at 7:30 when it's still nice and cool, then going home when it's boiling hot at 4, I'm going in when it's boiling hot at 12 and coming home when it's cool at 8:30.
I get into work and I'm sweating buckets. I also need to expel some faeces so I head to the bogs. As I kock* my leg slightly to clean my fourth eye I slip on my own sweat and go off the seat and into the wall. Luckily the cubicles are so small there's not really anywhere to go so I'm still mostly on the bog. But still, I can only vaguely remember that happening once before, under similar circumstances many a year ago.
'Tis very hot here in Newcastle.
*damn swear filter
Let me explain.
I work in an office during the day, and they're bringing in new people to work the evenings. I was picked to help train them so my flexi hours were changed for the next two weeks so I was staying until 8pm (minimum) every night so I could train up on the work they’ll be doing then sit with them when they come in at 4:30.
So instead of coming in at 7:30 when it's still nice and cool, then going home when it's boiling hot at 4, I'm going in when it's boiling hot at 12 and coming home when it's cool at 8:30.
I get into work and I'm sweating buckets. I also need to expel some faeces so I head to the bogs. As I kock* my leg slightly to clean my fourth eye I slip on my own sweat and go off the seat and into the wall. Luckily the cubicles are so small there's not really anywhere to go so I'm still mostly on the bog. But still, I can only vaguely remember that happening once before, under similar circumstances many a year ago.
'Tis very hot here in Newcastle.
*damn swear filter
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