Game Over

Today has been one of those that I would rather forget - knowing of course that it is not going to happen. I shall spare you the bitter personal details of harassment and other unplesantries that have so far gone unreported (I wasn't given any time off until around 3, when I thought writing a job application was perhaps more important than creating a detailed account of some seriously insidious remarks that were directed my way over the course of the day...)

And then came the final nail.

Jiblets was missing again.

At morning tea time I found him stuck in a 1.25 litre coke bottle (not totally empty) and sitting in the fridge. I would perhaps have been forgiven for making a scene... but given the close proximity of nearly forty colleagues, I thought it unwise. I left Jiblets where he was, closed the fridge door. Remarked 'Not Happy.' to no one in particular and got back to work.

I somehow doubt Moriaty is behind this incident. If I find out that he has broken the truce he had best watch out. Regardless, the game playing stage is over - enough was enough six months ago, my patience has run out for those who continually believe they can relocate a persons personal property (a chair btw is public property, for those who are about to try and argue ethics with me) the games are over, it is time for WAR.

I will find you, chicken thief. Believe me, I have the means and the methods. You will be found and the results will not be pretty. Nine months of forgiveness and being patient takes its toll. I guess you have nearly found my tolerance limit...

Game Over - the real battle has begun.

A note of apology to all Jiblets enthusiasts, being in a foul mood (no pun intended) I did not photograph this incident.