Weeble didn't come in yesterday, but he is in today. Yet another tantrum (quieter though) as his PC was turned on which obviously means that Big R was rifling through his things last night.

Of course, my PC was on yesterday morning, as was B's. I'm not so paranoid that I think they were going through my things - which are technically their things as I am being paid to do work in this building and its technically not my machine! He won't listen to us when we say that it was IT and that Big R left the building at half three yesterday and is on her holidays next week. Somehow, I don't think her vendetta (non existant) is so strong, or she is so dedicated as to drive 40 minutes home, phone Little M to ask her to bring the cups on her desk down to the canteen, and then drive for 40 minutes back to the office when everyone is gone home and go through his computer when she is flying out at 3 o'clock in the morning. dumbass.

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Don't worry Garner, God could only make 1 Weeble and we certainly have him. When he made Weeble, the mould didn't just break, it shattered and took his eye out (it regrew again) and then desintegrated into dust, was blown away and absorbed by a big volcano. Which then errupted and buried an entire village of Cheese Eating Monkeys.