System down... Install Anti Virus program.

I'm sick... So Al doesn't have to be around for me to be incoherent. A new temp came in today. Nice lady by the name of Cough Syrup. Really sweet. I nicknamed her 'Pinkie' cos underneath her plastic bottle clothing, she was pink all over.*sniggers and giggles* :P Wanted to hire her and sack Al but she told me I would regret the consequences. Oh well, Cest la vie. Let me tell you how good a worker she is...

Before she came into work. The whole place was in chaos. DJ Flem (Phlegm's his real name) was scratching away on Throat like a DJ on his records. Did I mention he was a DJ? I did? Anyway, Throat wasn't happy cos he ain't no vinyl (he literally said that). So Throat complained that usual way he did, he sent an email to the Lungs to up his air conditioning to the max. And cough I did. The wind was so strong it almost blew DJ Flem away. To make matters worse, the brain department was having a raving party. The music was definitely techno... My head was throbbing with the grey matter dancing inside. "Thoom Thoom Thoom" The Visual department was the closest to them. Apparently, right eyeball was more musically inclined. He was dancing along with the music. So while right eyeball was 'Gettin' Jiggy with it', left eyeball was just sitting there doing his job. But since they are supposed to work with each other, the visual department was sending corrupted signals around. The information clashed with the ones the Audio had. So the Audio people, being the good chaps they are, sent an email to the tummy department requesting them to purge the system. The tummy side didn't know how to respond. Since Dj Flem was still scratching Throat. Purging the foreign imports may harm him. So they decided to push everything down to the bowel removal section. Now the Intestines weren't happy with all the 'shit" that they've been getting from the upper floors and decided to riot.

Then pinkie came in with her friends. Paracetamol (or Molly as she like to be called) and Anti-Biotics (Abi's her nick) were great working partners. The moment they came in, they stopped the crazy party, told Flem to quit the DJ-ing buisness or get sued by Throat's lawyers for assault and battery, assured the tummy department and bowel removal unit that there's no urgent need to purge anything. And things finally quiet down. Cept for the fact that the Brain department is still tipsy from all the drinking and partying, everything has been peachy. All thanks to Pinkie!! Sweet lady...really. Yum!