The people at my work with are an eclectic bunch. They range from wierd and kooky (thats me) to total pains in the arse (everyone else). Still they provide me with some very off entertainment.

There is one particular pain called Raymond. An odd guy if ever there was one. He is an Asian guy, think and has the exact same mannerisms of Mr Humphries from are you being served. So much so that it freaks me out. He walks the fine line between being gay acting and a total queen. No-one knows though which side of the fence he sits on. I personally thinks he straddles it.

The other day I was sitting in the strong room (the big room where all the money is kept) when a strange smell started to ooze its way through the door ruining my rest (if the boss asks, it made it hard for me to work, not sit in the room and do the sudoku from the paper).

I walked out trying to sense where the smell was coming from. It had a dog food type odour about it but with some sort of spice to it. Like some sort of gross boiled rotten festy meat.

I couldnt find it anywhere. I checked the fridge and the bin but definately not from either of those (although the fridge needs a serious clean out. not that I noticed and nor will I).

It was then that Raymond came running out and opened the microwave, the smell suddenly became overpowering as I fell to my knees I asked him what it was..

Me: What on earth is that?
Ray:Is my lunch
Me: I gathered that but what IS IT?
Ray: oh leftovers
Me: left over compost? offal? WHAT IS IT?
Ray: bits and pieces, it is from my left over jar
Me: your what?
Ray: Whenever I have food left I put it in a jar, this is the stuff from this week.
Me: So a couple of different meals mixed together?
Ray: Probably 5 I guess, want to try
Me: have stuff to do that wont make me hurl. thanks though.

Is that the worst ugliest thing you have heard or what. It was browish in colour and sort of wobbly. Foul.

So that is part of what I work with each day. A new adventure everytime I turn up.

Keep Smiling

Jason

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