Yesterday, I was on a high and extremely sleep deprived after SummerSlam - watched it live which was 10am to 1pm in Australia, and then caught two encore performances because . . . squeeeeeeee! 'Taker's back!
Okay, I'm good now.
I lied ;-)
Anyway, here I was, massively wired on energy drinks and caffeine. And I brought in the WWE coffee mug and coaster for my desk and was showing this off to everyone.
We've had a change of staff - M, she who bullied me so nastily a few weeks back, has swanned off on extended leave (which was planned before the bullying incident), and she's been replaced by O. Now O was working on another project in the organisation which was finalised a little while back, and she's shifted across to do M's job while she's away.
I like O - she's a lady in her fifties, I'd guess, who's a ball of laughs and very friendly.
So, I'm proudly displaying my WWE mug and coaster and O says, "Oh, you watch wrestling too? Who's your favourite?"
Colour me surprised - O's a fan too!
The other girls here won't know what hit them! ;-)