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Somehow the day started with being upended on the couch, as He unloaded himself into one small slave before he went to the gym. Sliding into the newly vacated office chair before it had time to cool down one took a cautious sip of morning mouse, while catching up on some reading, only to noticed that the mouse had a rather strange taste. It was then that one acknowledged that the throat felt raspy and checking around the body revealed sore limbs and a headache. Crap! That could mean only one thing... some bloody virus had taken up residence

He came back to find one quietly sulking in the chair. You see one has exactly two days before returning to work...

They have put one on a Wednesday after taking the Sunday, the favourite shift of the week, off one on head office's orders. All senior staff has been deemed too expensive, now that they have to pay us penalty rates. This has caused all sorts of roster complications 'cos we are in an industry that is not noted for qualified juniors. In fact one is expected to run across six days the following week 'cos they can't cover the shifts (there are a couple of people on leave) any other way. It is ironic that the only day off next week is Sunday...

Sighs there really isn't time to be sick so the body has the next two days... it has been informed of this fact in no uncertain terms...

Taking up residence in the office chair and reading yesterdays post He said, you should be more grateful that I provide you with all this material for your blog. See your god is also a bountiful god. Be grateful for the bounty that I bestow upon you. All I require is that you dress in the appropriate sacrificial I mean ceremonial robes and worship me in an approved manner.

Ummm... thank you Master?

So if you will excuse one small slave she is going back to bed... to be sick in between loads of laundry and washing up and worshiping her god rolls eyes