Thank F.U.C.K. it's Friday evening!
Ugh, today has been one from the pits of Hell itself. I should learn to NEVER plan an easy day at work. I expected my boss to have returned from Spain and be back at work. YES, he was home from Spain, but NO, he didn't come in. He called in SICK.. on Friday, the busiest weekday. I had to make several phonecalls throughout the day, which almost crippled me, coupled with having to co-ordinate everything. I ended up severely stressed. I sneaked a quick fag in the mid-afternoon because I felt my brain was about ready to jump ship from my skull. My workmates couldn't understand how I was getting so unhinged. They don't understand. Very few people I know actually understand how hard it is for me to function under these conditions. Simple conditions for them, spine cracking for me.
And then the loveliness of tonight's drive home, which went from the usual 20minutes to a full two hours after they closed the main road alongside the Airport because there had been an "incident" involving gunfire between police and a car that had jumped a roadblock or something. One person died. Traffic was at a standstill and we were slowly redirected little narrow streets. I sucked on another cigarette. The another one. Then another one.
The only light at the end of the tunnel is that I am off work until next Wednesday evening, which is GOOD. Oh, 57 varieties of goodness. Like, licking the cheese sauce bowl goodness. Oh yes.
Actually something really good happened during the day. I had unwittingly dropped my cashcard out of my back pocket and this guy found it and gave it back to me. That would have been the cherry on the top of my day had I come home to find my bank account emptied out.
And then the loveliness of tonight's drive home, which went from the usual 20minutes to a full two hours after they closed the main road alongside the Airport because there had been an "incident" involving gunfire between police and a car that had jumped a roadblock or something. One person died. Traffic was at a standstill and we were slowly redirected little narrow streets. I sucked on another cigarette. The another one. Then another one.
The only light at the end of the tunnel is that I am off work until next Wednesday evening, which is GOOD. Oh, 57 varieties of goodness. Like, licking the cheese sauce bowl goodness. Oh yes.
Actually something really good happened during the day. I had unwittingly dropped my cashcard out of my back pocket and this guy found it and gave it back to me. That would have been the cherry on the top of my day had I come home to find my bank account emptied out.