Yesterday was Bulldogs Fan's last day. It was a very sad occasion and he will be sadly missed. He used to work with me in my department until he got shifted away into punching holes into purlins. I wrote him a lovely poem and he laminated it. Awwwwww.

It turns out The Thin One (who is preggers) had a bit of money trouble when Triple H was working with us (diddling, in other words) and Triple H lent her $2000! Thin One still owes her $1000 but I don't know if she will be going to jail to hand it over....Apparently The Clown knew this but never saw fit to tell The Glam and myself.

Also, to The Glams husband who likes to read my blogs, here is a special message "Cups Galore!"

Oh, and ZING to me - Implants was twirling about on her chair, implants thrust out, when Chicken Noodle Man saw me looking and asked me to get on the tables and do some dancing. I replied "No thanks, I have class". ZING!!!

Things I have observed this week.

• IT Guy has gotten in trouble for talking about Triple H. WTF? This is all the excitement we have! Don't take it away. Aparrently he got questioned as he gave her a faster computer as hers broke. He helped her diddle us faster. Right on!
• Blinky Bill has come back after getting his lumps removed. He seems very cheerful for someone who now has a huge dent in his back.
• The Clown is now a fire warden which means in the event of a fire, we better not follow him as as he mentioned in the training "Why do I need to know how to put out a fire, I'd rather watch it burn"
• Implants has now announced that she used to be in a porn movie and her name is Busty Beckie. Also she was a stripper at age 17. I always thought she looked like she was from a lower class area *cough Woodridge* but this really proves it.
• The Thin One has come back from 2 months from working somewhere else. She hated it there. So she is back here. And two months pregnant.

Oh, today I saw our lovely IT guy - Hmmm, what can his name be....The Fister. He is so sweet, The Glam and I just love him to bits. We try to convert him from being into the men, to take his cherry so to say, but must not be enticing enough.

ANYway - I saw him and said "Oh Fister! Look at you, you're looking so adorable" and we start crapping on sexual innuendo (he is safe, remember) and The Bog Snorkeler walks past, looks at us and says "Can you go and be adorable elsewhere?" UGH. So I said really loudly, "Bye Fister!!" and walked off. We had a good chuckle about it later.

It annoys me, this place, when we are treated like we are in kindergarden.

They found a cheque in her drawers!

The funniest sight today was the office drawers being wheeled down the hallway by Ex-Air Force. Apparently she has been diddling the company out of money.

Diddling!!! And she is really good at it too.

How much? I don't know yet. I will be checking in about 2 weeks to see the court transcripts online. This is just so fascinating. Triple H was such a NICE person. It's strange to think that all this time it was just a persona, an act, and she has been taking money. Incredible.

I wore my 5 year service badge today! I modified it - I made a sticker to cover the company name so it now reads "5 years of Interwebz". No body noticed. Except Big Daddy who read it "Inter-webs? Whats that?" Oh lord.

Ok, well we have news about Triple H. She's not dead.

I got to work and almost instantly the Clown called me up. I started singing a random song as a greeting, as you do. The the Clown let loose with pretty much the most entertaining thing of the day...

"She's in jail!!"

Yup, Triple H is in jail. For stealing off her former employees. Twice. Once for about 12k then the next for about 30k to pay her legal bills. She is in jail until March next year and then she is released on parole.

She hadn't told her husband, kids, anyone.....no wonder he was ringing up looking for her. She was such a nice person. Nice. They say it's the quiet ones you have to watch and I guess this is proof.

The Glams main concern? That she leaves her designer handbags on her desk all day and Triple H could have gone through it.

It was in the main newspaper. Lets just say the Transport department (the only area with a newspaper) was pretty busy today.

I think My Boss is going mental. He sits in his office all day making noises and today he was doing a sparrow impression, flapping his arms about the place. He used to work at Cockatoo Island in Sydney where he has admitted he used to have LSD trips, so perhaps he is having flashbacks to his youth.

Never a dull moment.

Triple H is missing.

She has not been to work for the past two days - her mobile is off, her husband doesn't know where she is, her kids don't know.

The Glam thinks he has murdered her. Put her in the crawlspace. She wants to go and sniff her out. I think she watches too much C.I.

It doesn't help much that I told this to her in strict confidence - as naturally I don't want to be seen telling gossip - that after I told The Glam, she came down to my end of the office and said (really loudly, but she says most things loudly) that "I think the husband killed her!"

I grabbed her scarf and whispered ssssshhhhh into her ear. She lowered her voice a tad.

Oh, very sad news here. Pommie has resigned. No more poetry collaborations for us. No more "thats fabulous, put it in the book".

I showed The Glam a gorgeous piccie of my latest love, but she was not impressed. I still had the picture open when Implants walked over and proceeded to say 'Whos that, he's f**ken ugly.' I tried to win her approval by showing her another picture but I got the same responses. Does no one else at this place have any taste??? I cannot understand these people.