Oh - I think a lump of my brain just disintergrated and fell onto the floor.

My job and the majority of the people I work with bore me to the point of tears.

I seem to have become the resident 'tech expert' at the Little School of Horrors. This is because I can successfully insert an image into a word document and move it around, and put photos from a camera onto the computer. I now answer to the regular call of "JO??? WHERE'S JO?? JOOOOO??? Ask Jo. She'll know"

Which is fine, nay, mildly flattering. I know my way around a computer, can do things quickly and am clearly all down with the kids n that when it comes to all this newfangled internet stuff. The fact that people recognise this and see me as a port of call when things go wrong makes me feel like I have some purpose other than being a skinny, biscuit eating, paperwork driven donkey with an enviable selection of stationary.

Thing is, people take the piss. When you've shown someone how to do something ten times yet they still can't grasp the concept, or when they don't even want to know how to do it because you can - they're either not listening or can't be bothered to learn. This, coming from teachers who spend all day telling kids "there's no such word as can't" strikes me as fairly hypocritical.

I try not to be rude. I don't like being rude, but when they don't even attempt something before calling you, or, as someone did this afternoon, thrust their phone and a USB cable into your hand so that you can put (your Kings of Leon) music onto it because "you'll know how" and refuse to listen to how they might go about doing it themselves - I start getting annoyed. Software these days usually has very straightforward instructions because every man and their 3 year old has a mobile phone, so everyone aged 3-303 has to be given a shot at using its functions. If they've had a go, but genuinely can't get their head around it - then fine, gissa shout. Otherwise, seriously, tell someone who cares.

I have had a mindnumbingly boring day, brightened only by the 30 seconds it took to eat a pancake. Frustration kicked in at 8:30am, and I'm not even a donkey any more. Just a donk.

Ladies and gentlemen, please. Paste your anecdotes, youtube videos, poems, jokes, one word summaries of your day, life stories, photos of your one pawed cat, or (preferably) alternative words for 'vagina' in the box below.

I am so BORED and only you (and possibly some more pancakes, with sugar and lemon) can turn this day around.