Wait a minute, am I engaged to Reggie Whitecastle? This week, so far, I have been mostly avoiding the police and, subsequently, creating an air of mysteriousness and wonder about me as my workmates look at me quizzically when I dash off to hide in the toilet upon hearing, "Marianna! The police are on their way down, they'd like to talk to you." But still, it makes for an amusing topic of conversation when you need to interview for your own job, or when you can't think of anything else of interest to write in a letter to your grandparents. Can't wait for /that/ reply. And so, armed with such skilled avoidance tactics, I decided to firmly don my anti-social cap and began to decline, not just requests from the UKPD, but /all/ invites that involved, you know, going out and actually talking to people. Conversing is /so/ over, y'all. I also requested that colleagues send any work requests my way via email, regardless as to how proximate they were to my desk (and the fact they'd need to use my computer to send an e-mail did not escape me - THUS I CUT MY WORKLOAD IN HALF) and dedicated the rest of my working time to making assorted Emily Strange paraphernalia, claiming it was part of the therapeutic process for a 'mizundastood' teen on the adolescent unit. Mua ha ha. So, I did this and I avoided people and I sewed and I baked and I - by god - decoupaged and I went on adventures through the city streets where the number of homeless men offering me their hearts and claiming I'd be the kind of girl they could sober up for rose to sixteen. And it was then that I realised that I was wrong when I used to claim I hated 95% of the population. They're actually pretty great, just so long as I don't have to interact with them. Observing is MUCH more fun. Plus it allows more time for making up outlandish theories pertaining to their lifestyle. * Thus, my newfound hobby, which I shall try out on the recently spotted Xander circa Buffy Series 3 who works upstairs from me. Phwoar! (Huh, good god y'all, what is it good for?). Stay tuned for the all-new and improved Miss Marianna's Stalking Tales of Insanity! xx Miss Marianna Longmire P.S. Shout outs and welcomes to the always-adorable Miss Helen Radloff. * Bordering into Enid-dom here. I'm mildy concerned. ********************************************************************** This email and any files transmitted in it are confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom they are addressed. If you have received this email in error please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator@uclh.org. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+