Negative can mean Positive...

Is absolutely freezing today. I arrived at my office shortly after 8am wrapped up in layers of jumpers, scarfs coats etc. Old Prick was manically printing out documents and filling them away in blue manila folders. I smiled innocently while I unwrapped my many layers. "Big presentation coming up?" He was desperately trying to hide the contents of the many sheets of paper by stuffing them into his desk draw. Clearing his throat he tried to act "normal" again.

As much as I love making him uncomfortable I was dying for a nice raspberry tea so I trotted down to Admin to ask Bimbo if she wanted breakfast. When I found her she looked awful. (Bimbo normally looks like a model; hair, make-up, nails etc always flawless, so by awful I mean she hadn't groomed herself to perfection)

She ordered a hot-chocolate with extra whipped cream and a flake, along with chocolate chip muffins. Okay this has got to be bad. I prepared myself for tears over a death in the family or a relationship breakdown. I did not expect her to say what she did;

"I went to have a smear test on Friday. My test results say its negative!" Tears welled up in her eyes and she struggled not to sob out loud. "What am I going to do?"

I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. I mean honestly how dumb can you be! I slowly explained to her that negative means that everything is okay. Bimbo was so relieved she cried. Why do people keep doing that around me? I mean everyone was looking at us!

After sobbing her heart out Bimbo dragged me to her office and pulled out her industrial sized make-up bag. She insisted on giving me a makeover for "saving her life". I left Admin feeling happy and pretty...

I'm off to find out the dirt on Old Prick. Judging from this morning I guess the countdown is about to begin... Tick Tock!