So, I woke up yesterday morning with the usual “I fucking hate Mondays” feeling, but managed to drag my sorry arse out of bed.
Went to jump in the car for work – fucksocks, a puncture (s’ok though – it was only flat at the bottom 🙂 ). Grabbed the spare wheel and jack out of the boot, jacked the car up, removed wheel and put on the half-sized spare, meaning to run round to the tyre place and get it repaired. Great plan until I released the jack and noticed the spare wheel was flat too…arse.
Sent the boss a text “Got a puncture, I’ll be late in”, got an “OK” response, so went back to bed for an hour 🙂
Finally got into work about 10.30 and, as the accountant was there with his secretary, the boss asked if I’d give them a few minutes – no problem, I went into the canteen, had a coffee and talked about football with the other Spurs supporters. Just finished my coffee when the boss came in: “Paul, this is gonna take a few hours – can you go and come back about 1?”
Yay! a free half day 🙂
And that was my Monday – I still maintain they’re shit, but some are better than others