Why is it that arriving back at work after annual leave is always a head spin?
That dreaded Monday morning came around too fast. The 7am alarm beeped and I dragged my body out of bed with eyes squinted to blind the light and instantly felt the frown line appear. Opening the back door, I tripped over 3 pairs of thongs, one flipper and a wet beach towel. Not fair at all considering its always the garden hose that never gets wound up and where is the hose BTW?
Feeling the walls on my way back to the bathroom being mindful not to wake anyone I closed the bathroom door to find a pile of dirty laundry behind it, my bath towel missing, the soap dirty from the dog wash, my moisturiser lid off and the toothpaste capless. Note-to-Self: Retrain family bathroom manners.
Showered and dressed, I hopped in my car, turned key… FLAT BATTERY… waited a 30 minute life-time for RAC to sell me an overpriced battery and I was back on the road with 13 thousand other first-day-back commuters jogging for every left turn position.
Finally in the office after fighting the coffee queue for a double flat white, I plomped myself down at my desk, turned on my computer and picked up the phone for messages. Hang on… a yellow sticky note tells me this is Don Tuce’s phone. Who’s been sitting at my desk? I dial reception.
Me: “Hi Nicky, how you going, it’s me, I’m back, who’s D O N T U C E, his name is on my phone”?
Nicky: “Hmmm, I don’t know a Don Tuce, odd, let me check and get back to you”.
Two minutes later phone rings.
Nicky: “It’s Nicky, the phone note says ‘Dont Use’.
Note-to-Self: Be kind to everyone today!
Posted by sizzlingcool, 4th February 2014