Ok I know I said I wasn’t going to update the blog today in fearing of this turning into a diary, but stuff it, I wanted to.
As I was finishing yesterday’s entry at about 00:30 this morning it dawned on me that I had changed my shift for today from my usual 9.15-5.15 to 8-2 to enable me to get to Peterborough to watch Cardiff in the 2nd round of the league cup.
I find it hard enough getting up in the morning for my normal shift when I have had a full 7 hours sleep, let alone getting up for 7am after 6 hours, so it was never going to be easy getting to work on time.
Not for the first time in my working life I woke up late (7.24) and was left with a familiar predicament. With breakfast already out of the question I could either a) bypass the shower and go straight to work getting there on time or b) have a shower, get to work inevitably late and hope that it gets unnoticed. To be honest the first option wasn’t really a realistic one as I find it just about impossible to leave the house without having a shower, it just doesn’t feel right.
So having taken the second option I knew I was going to be a little bit late, but at least I would do so feeling clean and fresh and I wasn’t going to look a dick in my work attire, for today I had remembered to wear my casual clothes, quick learner aren’t I?
So I get to work late, 8 minutes late to be precise, not bad, could’ve been worse. As the office has onlbeen open for those 8 minutes it’s still very quiet, but already I’ve noticed a distinct difference to Monday. It has become apparent that the few people who are in are dressed quite differently to yesterday, they are all in the usual Monday-Thursday work attire, what happened to casual clothes week? For the second day in a row I feel like a complete dick, how can something so simple be got so emphatically wrong? It wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t wearing a bright orange polo shirt and shorts.
It’s also become apparent that my lateness hasn’t gone unnoticed as the boss is sat in her desk, ‘you have the cheek to be late after I changed your shift for you.’ Valid point I suppose.
The day has improved since 8.08 and I’ve been in relatively good spirits and what more the custard creams and tea seem to be doing their job today. The trip to Peterborough promises to be an enjoyable one so as long as I avoid spilling lunch down my top, what can possibly go wrong?
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