After reading my dear chum Joshua’s blog this morning, I came across his post wherein he went on to describe his loathing for Tuesday which he believes to be the vilest of days in our calendar week. At first I was a little sceptical, but after thinking about yesterday and all that ensued in it, I was forced to re-think my afore mentioned cynicism and admit to myself (and now all of you) that Tuesdays are indeed, inherently evil and should be avoided at all costs.
Let me run you though what happened yesterday, Tuesday the 10th of August 2010.
1. I wake up at 1:30am, realise that two letters that I have received from two very important people, have accidentally been thrown in the bin, so out I trot in the pouring rain to delve through our wheelie bin which incidentally had been filled with about 5 other bags of kitchen waste since I had deposited my own rubbish. So in my jim jams and slippers I am pulling bags out of the bin untill I get to the envelope that I accidentally threw out.
2. I miss my train, and it wasn’t even my fault. So I was forced to wait for the next train which gets to the station 2 minutes after my connecting bus leaves and I have to wait 45 minutes for the next one which is always full of unwashed school boys who think it’s ok to play their bad music without headphones.
3. It’s pouring down rain, so I have to wade across the car park between the bus station and my office, thoroughly drenching my shoes and socks, and I arrive 10 minutes late looking like a drowned rat and leaving wet puddles everywhere I walk.
4. The Kettle blew up. As I went to make a cup of tea to ease the pain of the mornings mis-fortunes, the kettle sparks and shuts down the power in the office. I re-boot the power system and try calling accounts to ask if I can buy a new kettle out of petty cash.
5. The lady in accounts is on the phone, I’ll call back. 20 mins later, I call back and she is still on the phone. Note it is quarter past 9 in the morning and I still haven’t had a cup of tea.
6. I get a call from accounts saying I can go get a new kettle as long as I look for a cheap one. I sally forth across the car park in my water-logged shoes, purchased a new kettle and sloshed back to the office.
7. I plug-in the brand new, fresh out of the box kettle, fill ‘er up, and the stupid machine doesn’t work does it. So I empty the kettle, put it back in its box and trudge back across the car park in the pouring rain to take the kettle back and get a new one which finally worked.
8. I get to work, go to print something out, there is a dirty big sign saying “Printer Dead”. So I wait for 3 hours untill the printer tech shows up, spends an hour making lots of promising noises before saying that we still couldn’t use the machine as he had to go back and get a new part and he would be back promptly.
9. Get a call half an hour before knock-off from said printer man saying he’s stuck in traffic and asking someone to stay back for him to come and finish the job as he’s got the next day off.
After this relatively awful day, I finally get home and tell my sorry tale to my family expecting sympathy. Instead I get this contempt laden look from my dear sister before she launches into her own dismal happenings.
She went to the shops to do the groceries with Chubbling and Rhyno who were both crying and carrying on. Rhyno made an escape from the trolley and was missing in the shopping centre. After finishing her shopping getting glares from other parents for having unruly children she gets home. Trying to carry two babies and a car load of groceries up the stairs she pulls her back and neck.
My brother-in-law couldn’t even appreciate my story because his day consisted of going to work in the rain, having the clutch on his bobcat stop working so it wouldn’t move, then spending the next four hours pulling his machine apart, breaking off the offending piece and somehow getting the whole contraption back onto his truck, all in the pouring rain.
I hate Tuesdays