26/03/2008 - 7:04 p.m.

I dealt with the milk man today. Our milk man's default demeanor is grumpy and he isn't much into niceties. How much milk do we want, how much of that is to go upstiars (our main storage fridges are upstairs!) and is the door open upstairs so he can get in. Then he disapears and starts moving milk. Yesterday he was running late and did not want to hang for even 30 seconds while someone opened the door for him.

So today, I shoved a box to prop the door open. Knew exactly what I wanted and when he came in with the cream which was his last trip offered to take it up for him. Almost got a smile out of him.

You know, like considered what he was doing and what his day looked like. And believe me if I had to hump 8 crates of milk upstairs I'd be grumpy too! Resisted the temptation to turn to the boss and go "And that Mr X is how you handle the milk man." Seeing as we got milk where we wanted and noone's ego got damaged to today!

Discovered that the bos makes one of teh other girls feel like a twit every time she gets on the bar with him. Made us both feel better - we both thought it was just us!

I have mystery bruises on both elbows and a huge chafe across my bra line. The chafe I know where it came from. Sports bra with a crop top over the top to remove the bounce factor when I run. I really need to remember to strip one layer off as soon as I finish my run. But the no bounce therefore minimal ogling factor wins out despite the chafes!

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