Day One At Undertaker's

I hate living here!!! It's cold, its creepy and I'm expected to sleep in a coffin tonight! I know I've slept in one before but they don't have blankets and I don't get to cuddle Will in my sleep! I might crawl into his coffin later when everyone is asleep. Another thing about this place is that I have to try not to think about what the beaker I have been using for my tea has been used for previously.

But even with all those flaws the company has been good. I have two handsome men to keep me company. Undertaker's little baking hobby is going to destroy my figure within a matter of days. I'm not used to this much food! This big meals are going to destroy me and I am pretty sure that my poor little tummy is on strike, at least until tomorrow. I don't even eat junk food unless it is low fat pizza or a romantic food related moment.

It is possible to be romantic with fast food by the way. Romantic story time! During winter and autumn time when me and Will would work the same night shift together we would get cold, wet, hungry and bicker a lot. By the time it came around to having a break we would be in no mood to talk to each other. But there is a quaint little pizza place in London where we would go buy a take away pizza to share and sit on the roof next to a nearby street lamp and eat it. It would be so heartwarmingly warm it would be like being hugged on the inside when eaten on a very cold night. By the time we had finished we would be toasty warm from the heat of the pizza and snuggled up in our jackets. Our moods would improve and what ever stupid thing we would have been arguing over would have been forgotten. Then with a few perfect kisses we would return to work, warmed up and back to being infatuated with each other.

Sorry if I went on a bit of a tangent there, all these requests for nosebleed inducing stories from me and Will has had me walking down memory lane all day while trying to think of naughty stories to share. If I decide to indulge you all or not, after all I am a lady I shouldn't kiss and tell~

I Need a New Body Clock

My body clock is broken from doing work at night again. Lucky for me I live with my supervisor who is always nice and pleasant enough to remind me when to go to work on time.(Sarcasm)

I must say though it was a little amusing yesterday morning to watch him leap out of bed when his alarm didn't go off. It turned out the battery in his alarm died, making him wake up with only five minutes to get to work. I didn't have to go anywhere, until he started screaming at me to help him find his keys. He's so touchy when he's late, but unlike him once I was done fumbling around for his keys in my pajamas I got to go back to bed, listen to a shower of rain outside and drift off back to sleep to only be awoken by the smell of Will making me apology bacon for yelling at when he popped home on his lunch break.

Will rarely cooks with me in the kitchen. He says I'm distracting, complains that I nibble on ingredients and says that he has problems concentrating with my arms wrapped around his neck or waist. Usually he shoves a newspaper or magazine at me and tells me to go sit on the kitchen counter and not bother him until he's finished.

Other than my morning and kitchen routines I've spent the last two days, when not at work, working my way through the yaoi dvds I ordered, as well as my company of Love Actually. A movie which I've discovered makes my cry at certain scenes. I don't usually cry at movies so it was strange and Will then became more interested in watching me than what was on the screen because he thought I had finally lost my marbles.
Does anyone else cry during certain movies? Or am I just being "overly emotional" as Will likes to call it.

Good Morning!

I'm blogging first thing in the morning again! I am exhausted and a bit of a mess at the moment, I haven't had the chance to go through my morning routine yet.

Not to mention that I cant remember if my first reaping this morning is supposed to happen at 10am or 10:30am. I'm a little disorganised today. It doesn't help that Will left extremely early this morning and now keeps messaging my phone asking "Are you awake?" I like to reply "No" because it annoys him.

I have a question (Since I have nothing better to do except eat toast and wait for my straighteners to heat up) How long does it usually take you to get ready in the morning? I'm curious because Will nags me about my usual one to one and a half hour process of clothes, hair and make up.

...I have now twenty minutes to finish getting ready and I cant find my tie. I'm going be late...Also now my phone keeps going off due to Will nagging. I cant ignore the messages because if you ignore one too many messages from William T Spears they slowly get angrier and angrier and then he phones you so he can tell you off down the phone. ...I get that at least three times a week, usually in the mornings.

Speaking of work, I ordered yaoi dvds online and the reaper in the mail room didn't look too happy about having to deliver them to my office. Being greeted with "Why did you order porn?" was a dead give away that he wasn't in the best of mood. Well at least I got something pretty and romantic to force Will to watch with me tonight. I might just throw all diet cares to the wind and buy popcorn to go with it.

...8 minutes before I have to leave. I really should go.

Happy Now?

I do hope that Grell realises that I hate it when he makes me write these stupid things. I also hate having to use this vulgar, red, sticker covered laptop to do anything other than use it as a doorstop. Sadly my own computer is broken and Grell wouldn't let me check my work email on his until I wrote something for his stupid blog.

By the way remind me to never go through the images on Grell's computer or his search history again. Its'...disturbing.

I couldn't help but notice on my last posting that a lot of you have opinions on me admitting my feelings for Grell publicly on this waste of space website. That isn't going to happen. How I feel about my "companion" is no body's business but my own. True living with a certain red head does have its good moments but I'd rather not discuss them unless I really had too.

So to summarize: My feelings relating to Mister Sutcliff are none of your business.

Now before I finish writing this piece of rubbish (Which I am sure no one will bother reading because they have more productive things to do) I have a few points to address as Grell usually writes about our everyday lives.

Ronald Knox arrived to work this morning with blue hair, according to him he woke up this morning with no memory of how it turned such a grotesque colour. I suspect alcohol was involved and I will be punishing him for breaking uniform regulations.

Grell Sutcliff set my oven on fire this morning trying to make cheese on toast. I am thinking of Grell-proofing my kitchen sometime soon.

Sincerely
William T. Spears

Now I can check my work email in peace.

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.

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.

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.

"Soul meets soul on lovers' lips"

I felt like starting my blog with a quote today since I am in a much better mood. Life is getting somewhat back to normal. I'm back to being lazy, Will has started bringing his work home so I see him more and Eric and Ronald have been fighting over the hot chocolate in the office kitchen. I wouldn't mind their little chocolate war but they keep trying to rope me into it, which is silly as I don't drink instant hot chocolate.

Right now Will is trying to shift me and my pretty red laptop off the bottom of the bed so he can sleep, but I'm not moving! ...Just thought you should all know, also I know how annoyed he gets when I write about him.

Today has been pretty lazy. I did some over time, which mainly involved doing paper work and bickering with Will over Chinese food.
Will needs to realize that the more he nags the less chance he has of making me go to bed.

....Never mind he just took his shirt off, I'm gone.

Left to My Own Devices

Remember how I wanted time off? Well I take it back, I'm bored now. Will sent me home early because of all my whining and now I have nothing to do. Of course I spent the afternoon doing my hair and getting back to looking like my usual sultry self, but after all that I got bored. I'm blaming this on Will and the amount of work he still has to do. I want to have some fun but he's always busy.

Well at least I have my new hobby to keep me occupied. Sebby texting. I just happened to get my hands on darling Sebastian's mobile phone number. You would think someone as perfect as Sebby would have a better phone, every time I call him I get cut off and he never seems to get any of my messages. Maybe the brat should give him a raise and then he will be able to buy a phone that actually answers my calls.

While I was having a bit of a sing-a-long earlier (because I have nothing better to do when Will isn't home but to turn up some music and have a bit of a nice loud sing) I was thinking about how strange it would be to live in a musical. Oh if only life were that dramatic. I got a little confused though, would Life be just one big giant musical? Or would there be millions of musicals with everyone starring in the musical of their own individual lives?

But either way, if life was a fantastic, Westend production of course yours truly would steal the show~

Overtime Blues

I bet you all thought I had vanished. Let's just say I haven't had a very good week. At the moment I am being worked to DEATH☆. I have spent the last few days buried under a mountain of paperwork with only tormenting interns to serve as my entertainment. Even my appearance is starting to suffer! My gorgeous hair has been tied back and I haven't had time to do my nails. To make matters worse Ronald said I looked very manly today. I want to die! Well OK I want to take a nap, do my hair and make up and then die so I will leave a beautiful corpse, but that's not the point. I cant take this any more! I want all of this work to end so I can go back to being lazy and avoiding overtime. If this goes on much longer I am going to start working with a bag over my head.

Also everyone else has been just as busy. Well Will has been any way. So I don't even have my live-in-lover to make me feel better, which is making very, very FRUSTRATED!

Well that was just a quick update and I now I am going to get some beauty sleep before I go back to doing yet more work.

Interns = Minions/Personal Slaves

I'm writing a blog during the day for a change. I thought I would get a head start since I have a ton of work to do today. Since my death list has been so empty Will has decided to bombard me with other work to do. Well at least I haven't had to opportunity to kill anyone...yet.

I keep getting messages asking how everyone is (Leave it to my Grellettes to remind me that I haven't posted in a while.) so here is a quick update on everyone.

My arm is better and I don't need a wrist support any more. But I am still getting the interns to fetch coffee for me because that is all this years trainees are good for. (Will would give me a lecture if I tried using one as a doorstop)

Will will be off working in the field for the next two days but he's still in charge and keeps popping back to make sure everything is still in order. Work started three hours ago and so far I've seen him six times. Someone needs a holiday.

At this very moment Ronald is running around like a chicken with his head chopped off because he has misplaced his tie and has a soul to collect in half an hour.

I haven't seen Eric this morning. So I have no idea what to say there.

And Alan is the only one out doing his job and isn't late, stressed out, missing or procrastinating by writing a blog in his office. Well at least there is one of us working.

So I should go do something, I have a rather long "to-do" list today paperwork wise. Yeah expect possibly another random blog or thousands of facebook updates of my procrastination with Will not being here to yell at me.

Well I'm off to get my lunch...or maybe I'll get an intern to fetch it for me...or maybe Ronald. Aw well I'll just see who is in ear shot. I wonder if I could train them to come when I click my fingers...

My darling little blog was broken yesterday. It was such a shame since I had such a good time dragging Undertaker shoe shopping with me. I even made a little pit stop at a spa for a treatment or two.

Here's a tip for my girlies, if you ever have the opportunity to have a fish pedicure, get one. They make your skin feel wonderful...just don't wear heels afterwards. I learnt that the hard way.

Undertaker was surprisingly well behaved, except for his usual wandering hands and once more trying to convince me to get my precious skin tattooed. He was smelling my hair at one point, it was a bit strange.

Today on the other hand has been less eventful. Ronald is on a mission somewhere (I should really pay attention when people tell me things) and William has been a little more stressed with work than usual. Everyone has been busy, busy, busy, except little old me who has a slightly emptier death list than normal. I'm bored, I want to see pretty blood and gore but there is none for me to play with. If I don't get a good death soon I'll MAKE some of delightful deaths of my own.

A Little Better

I planed to write a blog yesterday but I was in a bit of a bad mood and my wrist was sore so I didn't get around to it. (Thank you to everyone who tried to cheer little moody me up. I love you all to DEATH)

Well as of this afternoon I no longer need a cast for my arm. Yippee! ...Sadly I still have to wear a silly wrist support thing, that didn't come in any other colour but white. It looks ghastly. Well at least I still have something to use to get sympathy off people.

Tomorrow I will be spending the day with Undertaker! I haven't seen him in ages and I am dragging him shopping with me because I need the company and his conversations are always so entertaining. We always seem to have the misfortune of attracting trouble when we're out together. He has got me banned from a costume shop in London and another time we were both questioned by police for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Last time we were out I came incredibly close to getting a tattoo. Maybe Will's right...I shouldn't hang out with Undie unsupervised.

Well I am going to crawl into my lovely comfortable bed a little earlier than usual since I was up all last night catching up on back dated paperwork. I can be a good girl when I want too~ sadly being naughty and not doing any work is much more entertaining.

My Pajamas Could Eat Me

I got the day off work today due to my arm. I really wish William had told me that sooner instead of having be get dressed in my suit with all those buttons just to go into dispatch and be told to go home again. Though sadly I was in just long enough for Ronald and Eric to make crude jokes about my injured wrist.

As a treat/punishment William bought me new pajamas to wear since I'm ill...they are the most unsexy things on the planet, men's and two sizes too big! On the up side they are red and I look rather adorable in my giant flannel pajamas. Also I think I could squeeze myself into One of the legs instead of wearing the full trousers.
Will thought since I kept stealing his he should buy me my own. A nice thought but they are HUGE. I might just wear the top half as a nightdress.

Will has been surprisingly helpful today. So far he has redressed my arm and helped me get changed into my new pajamas (Something which I was more than happy to let~him~do~) but he did make me carry three shopping bags when we were out, a tray full of plates and my scythe. Not all that the same time of course.

He's hoping I'll be better tomorrow.

Ouch!

This might be a little shorter than usual because I'm typing with one hand, which is surprisingly difficult. I got into a spot of bother yesterday at work, fell off a roof and twisted my left arm. I have either torn something or sprained something, I wasn't really listening because my doctor in the infirmary was really cute. Its all bandaged up and it hurts! Will has been too busy for me to tell him about it. (Well someone is in for a shock when he comes home in 2 hours)

Well its not as bad as when I fell off a roof last winter because of the ice and bruised my butt. At least I can sit down...

My arm will heal up quickly but until then I better get some Get Well Soon cards from my fellow shinigami at work...and some chocolates..maybe a few bunches of flowers...and any other gifts they may think of. I am a damsel in distress after all.

To make matters worse its 7:30am I haven't slept because I'm hungry and cooking with one arm is hard and I've hurt the side I sleep on. I'm going to look ghastly at work later.

New Hairdresser Required

I'M FINALLY FINISHED ALL OF MY PUNISHMENT OVERTIME! William has given me back my phone so I'm now back to my overly online active self. I even have tomorrow off! (Technically today since it is almost 6am here in the UK) I'm planning on spending the day sleeping and watching Romeo + Juliet while Will is at work.

I want to thank Amamizu for sending a giant box of American sweets to Ronald. He ate all the peeps in one work day and was hyperactive for hours! He had them lined up on his desk like a little yellow chick army. He even had the ones in his last box NAMED. If Ronnie were human he would probably be in a diabetic coma by now.

I need a new hairdresser. My old one got "fired" because she trimmed one too many inches off my glorious hair. Finding a decent salon is a nightmare when I have to permanently "fire" the staff. She did make a pretty mess though when she left~

Oh! One more little point..

William dearest (I know you read this) I am writing this wearing YOUR blue flannel pajamas, sitting on YOUR side of the bed and eating a sandwich made from YOUR ham from the fridge. I am going to get your side of the bed nice and crumb covered for when you get back from night shift. Maybe I'll even spill some strawberry tea over your pajamas. You know how clumsy little old me can be~ This is what you get for throwing out my Sebby doll Mister Spears.

The Queen of Overtime

Thanks to my last blog William has rewarded me with a substantial amount of over time and a rather nasty job to complete next weekend. He's also confiscated my mobile phone since it is a "constant distraction from work". As you can probably guess, he's back to normal. Everyone can relax and Ronald can stop writing his will from under his desk.

I'll write more about Will later because he's my delightfully cold knight in shining armour this evening~!

So a quick summary of my day (which was much longer than desired thanks to Will and his love of giving out overtime)

I woke up on time but I still managed to be late for work because I couldn't find one of my shoes and spent the morning hunting for it. I got a lecture from William about being late and had my phone taken off me for probably the hundredth time since I bought the thing. I picked up my death list, which was horrible because Will has arranged it so I had to deal with deaths he knew I would hate. (Mainly annoying whiny women and one death involving eyes, which was so unnervingly disgusting of a death I couldn't help but shudder watching it. It was gross.) After all that I then popped to the glasses department to replace the chain of my glasses as it was getting a little worse for wear and then I went home, collapsed on my sofa until William made me something to eat; extra rare steak with potato. (I want a second helping, its been on my mind since I cleared my plate earlier)

Now for the reason why William is wonderful and my knight in shining armour!

Eric told me before I finished my overtime today that William punished someone in our department for saying horrible things about me. Apparently this shinigami called me a rather unpleasant name (Lets just say its another word for prostitute along with several other nasty names, I'm a lady I don't swear...often) and not only that, they said it to Will's face. This lead to this shinigami receiving a mountain of overtime and possibly being transferred departments due to "misconduct". Of course once I found this out I had to reward~ William for his gentlemanly behaviour...several times~

Ah! William you are my prince charming! My knight in shining white armour! My stone faced guardian angel! My hero~!

Cheer Up William (A message to William T Spears)

Will is going to hate me for posting this blog but I dont care I need a rant and I have no where else to put it. This also explains my lack of blogs lately as I have been too annoyed to write anything.

Ok so the short version of the story: William had an argument with Undertaker. Since then my beloved supervisor has been in an absolutely foul mood. This has made the entire department nervous because everyone is worried about upsetting him further. (Me included)

I am writing this blog to say cheer up William T Spears. I love you to bits and I wish you would just slap me around and make both of us feel better. You're my best friend, my lover, my superior and partner (In and out of work) and I hate seeing you so miserable. I want to be able to talk to you without being yelled at. Its weird seeing you so upset over something that wasn't my fault and I cant fix it. At least take it out on me the way you usually do. I'm starting to miss your little love punches~

That shall be it for my sappy, public blog (Yeah Will I posted this is public where everyone can see it) hopefully everything will be back to normal soon and I can go back to posting my usual happy, daily blogs.

Love you loads~

Grell