She came, she saw, she made dip

So Maz's birthday was over the weekend but due to a cruel twist of fate everyone was going to the ginger fuzz balls for some sort of geek orgy thing and the BBQ was cancelled...but not if i could help it! I can't claim all the credit of course but after suggestions of pub were offered up i did the classic "oh i'l cook!". Why do i always say that?

The pub was really lovely, myself, Ben, Maz, Rich, Sam, George, Jess and baby Alex all spent a lazy Sunday afternoon drinking and playing with kids toys in the garden (pictures to follow).

After many a laugh we trooped all of ten feet back to Team Kellaways pad for Mexican madness. I made Fajitas (veggie and meaty), rice and beans, homemade salsa and guacamole, spicy potatoes, sour cream and for pudding fruit and meringue with cream. Phew. Next time someone else can cook. Everyone seemed to have a lot of fun and it was nice making sure Maz had a good birthday. Birthdays are hella important to me (no one seems to get this but its one of the many things that makes me special).

Work is going really well but i am getting a little flustered and stressed. I've forgotten what it's like to have to chase people and rely on others to ensure i can do my job. It sucks balls. I've also learnt to avoid certain members of staff (i literally run and hide from one woman as one wrong word and she can shit on me from a great height. I don't think i need that) which staff members are good at remembering what you've asked or told them. Also always make sure you have ordered everything you need from medical records before going there. Its a 20 minute journey just to get there if you get a lift. This is because people in lifts are retards. I hate them. The doors will be closing and someone will throw themselves in and then realise its going the wrong way then battle to get out again. You stand there like battery hens sweating like pigs complaining about the heat/crushing/lack of lifts... Idiots.