I was off to a bad start from the moment I woke up this morning. Sleeping twenty minutes past my alarm clock time, I staggered to the bathroom for a shower. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that it was still early yet and that I had plenty of time left. It just so happens that the clock on our wall died. Now, considerably more late, I rushed out of the house – into the pouring rain. Terrific. What a great way to start the day.
I get to work and noticed that I’m the first person in my team to show up. The guy that’s suppose to be handling the morning calls is nowhere to be seen. He rocks up to work an hour later and declared that the train was late. Hmmm. So now that he is horribly late, right, you would think he would stay back to make up for that lost hour. Oh no, he leaves work at his usual time! How’s that for injustice? It’s beyond ridiculous.
There’s always one of them in every crowd. The guy who rocks up to work late and leaves work before everyone else and then whinges when someone else is doing the very same thing.
It’s such a petty issue. But it really irks me. Like really, really irks me. Grrrr.
The afternoon in the office turned out to be stressful and I left for the day with work still unfinished. I don’t like that. It makes me…I don’t know the word to describe it. I just don’t feel like I’ve put in 100% when I leave work and there is still so many things left to be done.
To top off the day, it was raining even harder than it was in the morning. The train station was naturally packed and of course the train just had to be late!
It’s enough to make a girl scream.
