New t-shirt

Spent part of my afternoon collecting money for Mel’s leaving pressie (my boss’s PA). As per usual the doctors coughed up the most dosh whilst everyone gave fluctuating amounts. Even though everyone wasn’t at work this afternoon I spent a good two hours trying chugging (chugger = charity mugger). Every time I spoke to my work colleagues they kept trying to get me to answer questions about work related stuff. I hate corridor conversations and am going to print a t-shirt with my work e-mail address on it. The way I intend to use this t-shirt will be to point at my disco tits next time a work colleague asks me a work question.