They call me Scatty...

...with good reason.

The PowersThat Be at work had their quarterly rearrangement of teams again six weeks ago. I'm now occupying the same position in my team, but in the bank of desks one row back. I knew it would happen and following my holiday, when I conveniently forget all my passwords and what floor I'm on (top floor at Xmas, now bottom) I wandered in today, threw my bag down and tried to unlock my drawer, whilst admiring the new screensaver on my pc. Then, suddenly, there's this woman I've never seen before flapping her hands at me and interrupting my cursing as I try the usual assortment of passwords but fail to log on. She fair leapt across the desk to grab the mouse from me: "Who are you? What do you think you're doing?"

Cue much hilarity from my team, all sniggering behind me in the next row back.

3bt: You couldn’t make it up, thrill seeking, it’s really a jazz thing.

Actually, you can make it up, to great effect, on the Thread for Lazy Journalists My contribution is on page 15. And now page 16 also! (Update 20/7/08 - this thread appears to have disappeared! I don't know why but will advise as soon as I do!) Update 22/7 -it's back!

“I’m taking one day at a time,” commented Scattyjan, “a thread of this magnitude requires careful attention. Too much of a good thing can make your eyes go funny,” she added, unscrewing the Optrex bottle.

The exhilaration of sliding down the longest toboggan run in England. Just as we crested the top out came the sun, lighting up the North Downs and a tiny rabbit popped its head up next to us, before darting away again. Trust me, it's faster than it looks!

Taking hubby’s car keys to work with me this morning - I’d dropped him and his friends off at the pub last night and put them in my bag when I came in. Received The ‘Scatty-by-name-scatty-by-nature’ Lecture and then thought: Hang on, he should be bloomin’ grateful I dropped him off!