Firstly, last week he got sick and instead of staying at home he decided to spread his flu germs to me. I ended up in bed on Thursday and Friday. Still coughing my lungs out.
Then today he's got some really important clients that he's sucking up to. The place had been given a make over this weekend. I was shocked when I walked in this morning but what makes it bad is he's got this huge feast of cake etc that he could've easily put in his office with them... but no. Where does he put it? Right next to me.. In my office (open plain)
Now I'm freaking hungry and (im)patiently waiting for lunch and all I can smell is cakes and coconut and sausage rolls and cheese puffs and and and and....
I really feel like hitting him.