Don't you hate it when you've written a witty post about your latest debacle with IG2 (well, not really with him, but within the vicinity of him without him knowing. I promise: not stalking him) and you press a button that erases it all.
:Sigh:
And speaking of IG2 (aren't I always) while I was away I bought another set of brave underwear. Now for the two days I work with him I shall be wearing my courage close to my unmentionables. Just in case I decide to declare my intentions to him, and he decides to intension-ise me into an orgasimic coma in the stock-room.
