Recovering

I thought I would use a picture of me when I was young and beautiful...Oh wait I am still beautiful, never mind...on with the blog~

Well I'm back from our little mission in one piece. Well except for Ronald who ran into his ex-girlfriend on our way back to dispatch and ended up having a bit of a lovers tiff in front of everyone. That was messier to watch than the actual blood and gore we just witnessed. Give me dead bodies any day but a yelling, angry girl, no thank you.

To be honest we have been back for the last three days, it’s just that jobs that require us to work several days and nights in a row usually tires us out a little. Also there was no where for us to sleep on this job so at one point I had to sleep on the floor. I am a lady! Floorboards and a blanket are not suitable bedding materials for my delicate anatomy!

So since getting back I have done nothing but sleep, eat and watch movies while curled up in my pyjamas. I'm not the only one though, even William has been staying at home because he worries that being tired would affect his work performance. Sadly being stuck at home together has led to a few "debates", like his complaining about me watching the movie Ghost three times. I WANT A POTTERY WHEEL!

Oh a little tip I worked out during my lounging around the house, when making hot chocolate add a great big table spoon of golden syrup into it. It makes it taste like chocolate fudge. (And makes Will pull a weird face for ignoring the instructions on the back of the chocolate packet)

Working to DEATH

Wow its been nearly a week since I wrote something, Oops~

Actually I'm writing this to say that we will be away for the next three days on a rather long assignment. I would tell you all where we would be but you know I'm not allowed to give out spoilers. Well...maybe if you're lucky I will find sometime to blog during my newest mission, if I'm not knee deep in blood, gore and hopefully no undead because the smell of zombies takes weeks to wash out of your hair.

We're leaving tomorrow so tonight so at the moment we are spending the night in the Dispatch overnight room. Sadly me and Will have to share separate rooms tonight so I'm going to be frightfully lonely tonight, though at the moment I am stuck with Ronald and William debating dogs. I don't know why, I'm writing this rather than listening to what they are talking about.

I'm sleepy and I've spent most of the day helping William fix his death scythe, as he broke a part of it off when he smacked me on the head this morning.

Great now the boys have whipped out their death lists and are now talking about work. ...I'm too tired for such a dull, work orientated conversation.

By the way if you flick the bottom corner of Ronald's death log there is a flick book animation about a stick man on fire. ...William just noticed it.

*Insert Interesting Title Here*

I'm too tired to think of anything interesting to tell you. I was supposed to be spending the day cleaning out my office but that really didn't happen, instead I spent my time watching Ronald play video games on his computer. Ah William's Sundays off, no one does any work and we all sneak out two hours early. So I'll answer any questions people have posted in the comments to give myself something to write about.

Can I arrange it so I am the one who reaps you when you die? (Asked by AxelsChick)
No I cant and when you do die I doubt the identity of your grim reaper would be the last thing on your mind. Its just a matter of luck if you get your self a ravishing red head~

Hm...Now that was uneventful, that seems to be the only answerable comment question. Ah well~ At least I answered probably my third most popular question.

Top Three Questions:

1) Who do you like better Will or Sebby?

2) *Insert question about my sexuality here*

3) Can you reap me when I die?


Oh! Now that I think about it I do have stuff to write about! Silly me~

Firstly Will is back to his usual semi-abusive, yet secretly infatuated with me, self. At least I enjoyed the attention while it lasted. Though I was starting to miss his little love punches. Ah! So BLISSFUL! He can assault me when~ever~he~wants~ from any angle he wants!

Another thing is that Ronald got a home tattoo kit as one of his birthday gifts and I now have DEATH tattooed in henna on the underside of my forearm. Its lasted a few days now. Maybe I'll get something on my other arm to balance the whole thing out. Oh the things you can hide under your work uniform without anyone noticing. Well I wont get into that much trouble, Will has already seen it and as long as I look "professional" and keep it covered at work he wont punish me. Hm...Short sleeved shirts suddenly sound oh so tempting...

Sweet William~

I'm writing this wearing a feather boa, simply because it goes oh so well with my pajamas.

I've had yet another wonderful work day with my handsome man. He has been in such an attentive mood lately he has been driving me insane with lovestruck butterflies! He even dragged me shopping with him after work today. You see grocery shopping is usually something that Will prefers to do on his own, he writes a list, buys what he needs and doesn't always appreciate me throwing pretty things into our trolley so he leaves me at home. Apparently I am a distraction.

Today, on the other hand, was a completely different experience. He INVITED me to come with him and didn't write a list. Instead he went and bought me all my favourite food. So now the kitchen is filled with chocolate, ice cream and fruit, mainly strawberries and cherries. (And before anyone asks, yes I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue. I practiced)

I'm starting to wonder if I have forgotten an anniversary or something because he is being so pleasant. EVEN IN PUBLIC!

I'm sorry if I've been writing quite a bit about my love life lately its just been so blissful! Maybe I'm dreaming! If that is the case I hope it is a coma that I can stay in forever. Love hath made thee a tame snake, my William! My sweet William who's flowers bloom with thy LOVE!

I am NOT a Teacher!

I ended up saving this half way through so it is technically the entries for two days, not just one. I should really stop getting so easily distracted.

Tuesday the 14th of June

The next time someone asks me to babysit interns will someone remind me that "babysit" really means "teach"?

Due to a little staffing problem I ended up teaching Junior reapers for nine hours today. It was ghastly! I am not cut out for teaching! Luckily it was a practical class so at least I was working in my own special little speciality~ Also I was sneakily reading from the textbook that was on my lap under the desk.

Also I don't answer to either to "sir", "teacher" or "miss". Yes a few interns got a little confused by little old me and kept referring to me as miss. Not that I'm complaining~

Wednesday the 15th of June

I spent the entire day working with my darling William! My handsome, stoic man...who likes to ruin my dieting composure by buying me fish and chips when we're working.

We ran into a rather strange old person today. While waiting around for our intended target of the day a little old lady came up to us and said that people with red hair and red clothes are a bad omen and then she ran off. She left me and Will sitting looking at each other rather confused. I'm unlucky? I haven't heard that one before.
...Though I would think seeing a grim reaper would be more of an ominous omen than a person with red hair, if I were to think about it.

I've had a rather relaxing day today, even with the strange, demented old ladies. I dragged Will home at 6, as usual and then spent most of the evening napping with my favourite 6'0 foot tall, bespectacled, sexy pillow. William is just so comfortable! They should mass produce William T Spears' so I will have a constant supply of cuddly pillows to curl up next too when the original is busy.

Hangover of DEATH☆

Well the events of Ronald's birthday party were interesting. So much so I am only just getting around to writing this now because I have had such a headache. I'm not the only one though, even Will is a bit worse for wear after Saturday night and Ronald has phantom injuries and none of us can remember how he got them.

In all the years I've known Ronnie I must say this is the first time I've stayed in his house all night. Firstly he has way too many boy toys. There was a giant plasma screen in the room me and Will were sharing as well as one in the living room. I also discovered I am better than Will at video games. I want a PlayStation now. (Everyone at Dispatch you now know what to get me for my birthday.)

Well I remember MOST of the night. I remember everything up until the third round of shots and then I remember waking up wrapped in a blanket on Ronald's couch an hour or two later. I asked Undertaker (Who I invited to give him a change from dealing with dead people) and according to him Will wrapped me up when got a little drunk and I fell asleep. That's sweet but it still doesn't explain where I got the sparkly pink crown from.

You know it has been a rough night when Will has lost his glasses and I have to lead him around the house by the hand to help him find them. Ronald was asking his party guests about dogs that don't exist and then I spent the wee hours of the morning get insightful life advice from an intoxicated Undertaker. It was a busy night.

Well I must be going I have to go get dressed and teach interns today for nine hours. I don't want to go as Will wont be helping me this time and I hate working with such second rate brats. I only signed up for this to work with Will and now we've had to split up the work. I've also been warned that I have to look "professional". What is that? Flat shoes and a pony tail? I'm stumped.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RONALD!

Well it makes sense that if I'm blogging all year round that I share our birthday celebrations with you all as well. Though I admit it isn't Ronald's birthday until tomorrow (The 11th) but its 3am here so it is technically tomorrow and I don't want to write a blog tomorrow night after several glasses of whatever overly, alcoholic beverage Ronnie has asked people buy him for his birthday party. Sadly I've already read his list of preplanned drinking games and dreading it. Everyone picks on me when we play those games.


So HAPPY BIRTHDAY RONALD!
(And try not to take your saying "Party til you DIE" literally, or as a challenge)

I spent today present shopping with William, sadly I cant tell you what I bought because I certain blond birthday boy has been lurking on my blog for clues to his presents.

A Surprise Knight in Shining Armor

Well today was interesting...and for once none of the chaos was my fault.

Firstly I didn't have to go to work this morning because I was working a night shift. (Yes a genuine reason for me to blog at 5am) Sadly I didn't get to enjoy the wonderful sleep in I had planned because William dragged me out of bed to go to a meeting with him in the Human Resources Department. I think he secretly wanted me to keep him company. Will would never admit it but I know that was the real reason he dragged me out of bed to go to a meeting I wasn't allowed in to. I spent most of it sitting outside the door wondering why the HR department smelt like carrot today and why is it called "Human" Resources if we are death gods.
I guess they are two questions I will never know the answer too.

My actual work day started with a bang though. I walked into the office and found out that Eric and Ronald were in a fist fight in the middle of the general affairs department. From what I heard, of course me being extremely nosey and curious of the reason why my subordinates were having a testosterone filled brawl, Eric upset one of the girls in General Affairs and she went crying to Ronald. Ronald, being the charming white knight to anything in a skirt, had words with Eric and this lead to pushing, which lead to punching, which lead to a rather violent scrap in front of everyone at the office. Ronald won and both of them were very lucky that Will wasn't around to see it, though the news will probably have reached him by the morning.

Ah Ronnie~ you make me so proud~

I'm Living with a Workaholic

Today has been one of those days were I want to throw William's organiser and mobile phone out the highest window I could possibly find.

It was a pretty normal morning until I decided to meet Will for lunch in town. Usually when we meet up for our little lunch dates he is impeccably on time, but today he left me waiting, for an hour, in the rain! I would be thankful that I had my little red i-pod to keep me company but the shuffle on that seemed to be stuck on a constant loop of depressing, heartbreak songs which made my long wait even more depressing.
It turned out that Will had lost track of time while at a meeting and I then sulked at him until dinner time.

But the work related annoyances didn't stop there. His phone hasn't stopped ringing and its currently 4am and he is still doing paperwork. I want to go to bed and all my parading around in my little nightdress is doing nothing to get his attention. Maybe I'll try one more time before I give up and turn off his office lights on him.

Confused!

Hopefully this wont turn into another blog where I jot things down off the top of my head like last time.

I've been reading a lot of magazines lately (As if I would actually be doing work over the weekend) and I came across some rather interesting statistics about dating a co-worker. According to my Cosmo magazine only 16% of office relationships have a happy ending. That's not a lot and it got me confused.

(Oh Will's going to read this when he gets on his computer and smack me around the head again but I am going to vent none the less)

So does being involved with someone for decades count as somewhat being married? You know, if we live together, work together and kind of share custody of Ronald, that could mean we have our perfect happy ending already. ...I'm confused!

Oo look at me being all serious for a change but I think I'm right...I don't know, maybe we will be stuck together forever instead of crashing and burning like 84% of most couples.

In other, less depressing news...

I am still trying to work out what to get Ronnie for his birthday. I have discussed a few plans with a few people in a few undisclosed locations but that's all so far.
...He reads this so I cant say anything so Ssh, its all top secret.

Oh and by the way, Sebby really needs to work less if all he can reply to me is "K" every time I send him one of my wonderfully written text messages. Also I still keep getting cut off! Stupid phone.

Awake

I'm writing this blog to keep me awake, actually it is more to procrastinate, because I am supposed to be getting dressed for work but instead I am sitting on my bed writing this. Yeah I am pretty lazy when Will works all night and I don't have him to kick me out of bed, several times, every morning.

I am so TIRED! I didn't sleep last night because Ronald bought me a rather large bottle energy drink. Sadly the stuff wore off around 7am, leaving it too early for me to get up and too late for me to even consider going to bed.

...I'm supposed to be in work in an hour...my favourite shirt is just washed but its all the way downstairs and I cant be bothered getting up to get it. Maybe I should paint my nails instead, but then I wouldn't have anything to do at work.

I wonder if I can convince William to buy me breakfast...

Or maybe I should stop writing down every thought in my head on my blog and go get dressed for work.

Work is Murder

I wasn't going to write one of these tonight as I had a lot of work to do but I'm trying to get back into the daily habit of writing my beautiful blog after my rather long period of constant work, which, if my death list is right, ends tomorrow.

From tomorrow onwards I will have no more awkward or long running jobs to complete, at least for a few weeks. So I'm celebrating tomorrow by throwing my usual figure watching caution to the wind and buying myself a large chocolate sundae. After all I deserve it. Its only fair that a lady treats herself after completing such a busy schedule.

I'm not the only one who is currently being worked to DEATH. I have hardly had a decent conversation with another reaper in ages. True I did say yesterday that things were back to normal but to be honest, besides William, my conversations with other work colleagues have been rather short lived. I have no idea where Alan is, everyone else I have seen at least once in the last 24hours but I have no clue where he has ran off too.

Ronald was kind enough to take time out of his busy schedule to remind me that his birthday is coming up shortly. Its not for another two weeks but he's already planning his party and reminding everyone to buy him presents already. Maybe I'll get him some plastic surgery for his birthday, that way I can get myself a more handsome partner to work with.