by Sally Cinnamon

Created on: February 27, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Okay, so it's only a pint of milk. I get that, really I do. It's the principle of it. The thing is, you see, I have become obsessed. I have taken on a whole new alter ego, as I speak I don't even sound like me. It's totally out of my control, I want to go back to my life, to rediscover who I was before this whole thing happened.

It all started with a communal lounge in work. We were moving offices, having a bit of a posh update actually. We were moving out of our grubby corner on the first floor and up to the magnificent heights of seventh. Everything would have to change of course, power dressing would have to start applying, I'd even come to terms with having to leave my desk slippers behind. A shiny new mug (with cats on) was purchased and all the coffee stains would be promptly cleaned from my desk at every spillage, instead of leaving them like a science experiment. Oh yes, this was the dawning of a new era. I had always rather fancied myself of an exec type, after watching one two many episodes of LA Law as a youngun, and here I was moving up to the seventh floor, where we even had windows, no more brick wall views for me.

Imagine my excitement doing the weekly shop, I had a whole new perspective of lunch options. Not only did we have a communal fridge, but we also had a microwave. My choices were endless. My first selection was a pint of milk. I had worked under the oppression of a maxpax machine on the first floor and now I would be drinking real tea, in my own mug. I was ready to burst.

Monday was a dream, it was like a flow of heavenly water. The tea ran in constant supply from our posh kitchen to my desk. I did take the precaution of placing my name, in marker pen of course, on my milk.

Work was so different now, everything seemed easier, with real tea and lean cuisines aplenty. I even began looking for opportunities to use the fridge, I found myself in Marksy's at lunchtime eyeing up the chilled cabinet. I came away with carrot dippers and a yoghurt sensation to place in our fridge.

Now, Tuesday was upon me before I realised and I had to admit to myself, that boy, I was getting through this milk. If it was going to see me through till Friday then I really needed to start drinking a couple of herbal teas in between or I would find myself at a loss with no milk. So I slowed it down, and supped a few fruity numbers instead.

I skipped into the office on Wednesday morning, was running a little late, but it's okay, because no more do I have to guzzle my mug

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