I shall have the last laugh when I'm spending my days peering out of my kitchen window at the rain, praying depserately for death to come and release me from the mind-numbing tedium of existence
You know the chap last week who was chucking up something alarming? Well, I spent the whole weekend gearing up to take him aside to a (well-ventilated) room and telling him his future, only to come in on the Monday, have a sniff, find nothing to complain about. Indeed, at one point, he actually stuck his hand under his jumper and squirted himself with aerosol deodorant. OK, that was a bit disgusting, but believe me it was preferable to last week.
I'm guessing someone (his missus?) told him he was reeking at the weekend and he got himself sorted out.
Turns out that putting it off, hoping the problem went away and doing nothing is the best form of man management. wd me.
Was it Lynx?
"Scoring a goal is better than sex" - Whoever said that was sticking it to the wrong woman