Good morning Sunshine!
Have you ever had “one of those days” starting by getting out of the wrong side of the bed? What is the wrong side of the bed anyway? (according to the Greeks it’s the left) and as mine is a single bed flush against the right side of the room, I have no choice. Perhaps I could start climbing out the window?
It’s 6am… ok it’s actually 6.45am because I hit the snooze button three times already. I didn’t sleep well…face down in my computer. After peeling myself off the keypad, I leapt out of bed…ok fell! I fell out of bed alright! Just missed crushing my computer with my size seven clod hoppers on the way to the shower. I don’t know who keeps leaving those boots in the middle of the bedroom floor! The fact that I am still living out of a suitcase probably doesn’t help as I scramble to find a hairbrush, clean underwear and where are my headphones! Oh that’s right they are IN MY EARS she says as her laptop is being dragged across the bedroom floor stopped abruptly by my boots. Walking to work the heavens open and I realise my resistance to purchasing yet another umbrella is futile as was the attempt to blow dry my hair which is now hanging limp and curly around my face. Did I mention the only day I decide to wear mascara and not waterproof.
Arriving at work I put on my tie seven times before the top tongue is longer than the bottom one. I fix my panda eyes and embrace the wet look. The customers are lining up at the cloak room which is starting to resemble the security check in at Heathrow, wet suitcases, soggy umbrellas and damp poe faced punters.
The air thick with the first anticipated tantrum.
“I am sorry Sir seventeen kilos is too heavy”
“yes Sir it is absolutely outrageous”
“yes Sir I can bench twenty five kilos in fact”
“I have no idea what you will do Sir, I am so terribly sorry”
“Occupational health and safety your arse, indeed Sir”
The line of customers boring holes into the ranting customers head.
“Sir if you would like to ponder what it is you will do at the other side of the counter whilst I serve the rest of the customers”
“Hello, security, could you please come and remove the man wildly gesticulating with the seventeen kilo suitcase and the crazy eyes, currently foaming at the mouth”
ok I didn’t ring security however I wanted to …
I was so excruciatingly nice to this very rude man that eventually he calmed down, I focussed only on the positive aspect of giving him the best possible service I could.
Later that afternoon, he walked up to me and said “my dear, I am so sorry for my abominable behaviour I was horrid and I owe you an apology, thank you for handling the situation so well”
Well that was an unexpected but welcome development.
I walked to the tube with my curly locks and panda eyes and as the rain started to fall again, my huge smile which crinkles at the corners of my eyes and makes other people wonder why.
