It's so freaking cold in the office this morning and I'm all swathed in a thick sweater. My nails are turning blue *checks toes*. Yikes! My toes too! Its bad enough that i was 20 minutes late today because i was stuck in the heavy rain with no umbrella.

Got this email from an ex colleague. It's meant for deskbound slaves like me:

Living in 2004....

[1] You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.

[2] You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

[3] You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.

[4] You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.

[5] Your reason for not staying in touch with friends is that they don't
have e-mail addresses.

[6] When you go home after a long day at work you still answer the phone
in a business manner.

[7] When you make phone calls from home, you accidentally dial "9" to get
an outside line.

[8] You've sat at the same desk for four years and worked for three
different companies.

[10] You learn about your redundancy on the 11 o'clock news.

[11] Your boss doesn't have the ability to do your job.

[12] Contractors outnumber permanent staff and are more likely to get
long-service awards.

AND..............

[13] You read this entire list, and kept nodding and smiling.

[14] As you read this list, you think about forwarding it to your
"friends".

[15] You got this e-mail from a friend that never talks to you
anymore, except to send you jokes from the net.

[16] You are too busy to notice there was no #9.

[17] You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a
#9.
AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.


Point #12 is sooo true. Why is the world so cruel? And why has it got to be the number 12? It's my fav number!