GB-string

Things are in turmoil here.

And, no, it's not a response to seeing The Janitor in these tasty undies.

*averting my eyes*

The Janitor's work situation has become a little dodgy again. The pressure is on, the aim is to force him out, redundancy would be too costly. It appeared settled for a while but the scheming and manoeuvering is underway again. May they continue to make the silly blunders they've already made. Document! Document! Document! And then we'll pounce.

He's under enormous stress though and so tonight might be the night for a loving massage with the Vim (vicious cleaning product for those not in the know). Talk about exfoliation!

We're reevaluating our situation and if the job goes, looks like we might go too. Yes, McKay, if you suddenly find a group of strangers camping out in your backyard...say, no more.

But we're actually thinking of going back to the Old Dart, although I swear The Janitor misheard that D for a F.

*opening the window*

A lot to think about but I might have to wait for the air to clear.