Bouncers plans were scrapped, at least until one night next week. M couldn't walk due to some treatment on her long-standing (ooh, the cruel irony) leg ailment, so, instead, we had a nice Friday evening in front of t'telly. Me, dancing around like Bez, M popping in requests for those essential items that needed fetching and carrying. If it were me, I'd milk it for all it's worth and lay on the sofa until at least 2007.
Further confirmation that appraisals are a waste of time came in my appraisal, which was a waste of time. Feel free to cite that as empirical evidence the next time you're being appraised.
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