September 17th 2010 3:11 PM
Sorry I haven’t written for a day or two, but my computer has had worms.
They got the IT man in to fix it. WOW! What a hunk. You know the Diet Coke advert where all those women have an 11.30 appointment so they watch that guy without the shirt drink his Coke? Well he looked like that. He had a t-shirt on, a tight one, and very tight jeans…MMMM.
Where was I? Oh yeah, he had a look at my PC and he said it would take a while to sort out. There isn’t a spare, so I just had to sit and watch him work. When he bent over to plug in his hard drive every woman in the office bent over their desks in a synchronised bum watch.
Spotty Irene let out a huge sigh and said that she needed to go for a lie down.
Olivia was trying to make out that her PC needed fixing too. She kept saying things like, ‘Oh dear, why did my mouse do that?’ and, ‘That can’t be right, I’m sure it didn’t do that yesterday.’
Tommy Tightpecs ignored her. He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye, so I let my skirt ride up a bit. That got his attention because he wrote his number on my pad. All the girls saw him do it. If looks could kill I’d have been stabbed, poisoned, garrotted and shot, all in the space of 30 seconds.
I had him to myself for about an hour, although Ms Broadbeam kept coming over to offer him coffee every five minutes. She had a very strange look on her face as she put her hand on his bicep to get his attention. I think it’s been a while since she saw any kind of muscle.
Eventually he sorted my PC and said he had to do a quick check on everyone else’s. It seems that they all had worms too. But he knew how to get rid of them though and it only took a couple of minutes on each computer, much to the annoyance of the rest of the girls.
When he got to Olivia’s he frowned and said that she had major problems. Olivia said, ‘Oh goody,’ but then quickly changed it to, ‘Oh dear.’
Tommy Tightpecs told her that she was infected and she had given the rest of us worms.
That figures. I bet worms aren’t all she’s infected with, the tart.
That’s all for now Emma, I’ll let you know how I get on with Tommy in minute detail.
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