I had a music teacher called Knut. He was an asshole.What are you #grateful for today moopy?
I have just had an email from somone called Knut and I feel #blessed that isn't my name.
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I had a music teacher called Knut. He was an asshole.
I used to have a music teacher called Miss Pitcher.A classic case of nominative determinism in action
Be grateful for this reminder to rebalance your chakras hun because don't forget the moon is in gonorrhea right now xoxWhat are you #grateful for today moopy?
I have just had an email from somone called Knut and I feel #blessed that isn't my name.
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Mercury is in the microwave tooBe grateful for this reminder to rebalance your chakras hun because don't forget the moon is in gonorrhea right now xox

One of my team told me he had been asked to go in for a ‘chat’ about a role on another team. His question to me ‘what do you think they mean by chat? Do they mean chat? To which I laughed a little too readily and replied ‘I don’t think they ever chat. i’d assume it absolutely isn’t in any way just a chat’. A few days later he caught up with me and said ‘yeah, it definitely wasn’t a chat’. He did get the job though, so go him.I was supposed to have a job interview today, which the woman describes as "informal, informal" despite asking me to do an assignment for it - if I'm giving that degree of time I'd hope it's actually formal. anyway she's pushed it to tomorrow due to "childcare issues". fucking children. I'm trying to get a JOB HERE!
We got a new client last week. His surname is Raper. If I was a man born with that surname I think I'd have changed it to Draper or something by deed poll at the first opportunity.
