Why Yesterday Was So Shit...
Well, the morning was bad enough... I was feeling shit still after the exam the day before, and I kept getting emails from the tutor and students saying "Well, how did you get on?" - which I just ignored.
Then dinnertime came and I was dispatched down to the shop because there was a "difficult" photocopying job come in, and I'm the only person who can cope with doing it (despite the fact there are step-by-ruddy-step instructions on the wall behind the photocopier... bloody hell, it's only to make some A4 pages into an A5 booklet - it's not rocket science).
Shopgirl came back after her lunch, but I didn't get away right away because it was busy.
Anyway, finally got away for my lunch, and that's when things went from bad to worse...
I dashed around doing some shopping, and got a gingerbread latte to take back up with me, then waited for a taxi - and it was POURING with rain... and the taxi took 15 minutes to arrive... and then I had to get the taxi to stop halfway up the road, because the lid came off my latte and it poured out into the paper carrier bag and all over my lap... burning me and leaving me stinking of coffee and gingerbread... and all I could do was chuck what was left in the cup out of the taxi.
So, I arrived at work soaking wet, my trousers hot and sticking to me, and in a mood that can be best described as foul (well, could actually be better described as about ready to throw myself in front of the nearest bus) - and I didn't take the boss' greeting of a sarcastic "Good afternoon" in the best of humour... which led to me getting a serious bollocking for shouting at him when I came back late... And I was late, he said, because he phoned the shop at 2:25 and I wasn't there. I couldn't argue, because I wasn't sure what time I'd left.
But, hey, he only made me apologise like 6 times... and the rest of the afternoon passed in a stony silence.
Then dinnertime came and I was dispatched down to the shop because there was a "difficult" photocopying job come in, and I'm the only person who can cope with doing it (despite the fact there are step-by-ruddy-step instructions on the wall behind the photocopier... bloody hell, it's only to make some A4 pages into an A5 booklet - it's not rocket science).
Shopgirl came back after her lunch, but I didn't get away right away because it was busy.
Anyway, finally got away for my lunch, and that's when things went from bad to worse...
I dashed around doing some shopping, and got a gingerbread latte to take back up with me, then waited for a taxi - and it was POURING with rain... and the taxi took 15 minutes to arrive... and then I had to get the taxi to stop halfway up the road, because the lid came off my latte and it poured out into the paper carrier bag and all over my lap... burning me and leaving me stinking of coffee and gingerbread... and all I could do was chuck what was left in the cup out of the taxi.
So, I arrived at work soaking wet, my trousers hot and sticking to me, and in a mood that can be best described as foul (well, could actually be better described as about ready to throw myself in front of the nearest bus) - and I didn't take the boss' greeting of a sarcastic "Good afternoon" in the best of humour... which led to me getting a serious bollocking for shouting at him when I came back late... And I was late, he said, because he phoned the shop at 2:25 and I wasn't there. I couldn't argue, because I wasn't sure what time I'd left.
But, hey, he only made me apologise like 6 times... and the rest of the afternoon passed in a stony silence.
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