22nd July, 2002.
Oh my god, she's telling suppliers intimate details about the birth of her first child again. And I mean intimate. I know I really don't want to hear about where the obstetricians hands were going. She's gotten as far as telling them all about how she felt she didn't get "closure" on the delivery because she was anaesthetised throughout the process.
Ah, god, now she's dispensing birth control advice and her thoughts on the desirability of zero population growth (amongst the right type of people, naturally). Make it stop!!! There has to be something in our code of conduct about this.
In the meantime, if she really wants feel like she's being pulled apart by wild horses then I'll have to see what I can do.
Hi ho, Silver!
My mistake. I did her an unjustice. She hasn't spent the last fifteen minutes on the phone with a supplier, she's been talking to her bank manager. So it wasn't even vaguely work-related to begin with.